Today was my last day of work. I’m now officially on holiday until the beginning of September. 🙂 Well, okay, it’s not going to be a proper holiday. I mean, we aren’t going anywhere. We’re staying in Florence, and in fact Stefano is going to keep working so that he will be able to take time off later on in the year. Therefore, in order to keep busy AND give us a little extra income, which is always welcome, I’ve accepted a big translating job…No rest for the weary! 😉
But c’mon, to be super honest, August is a terrrrrrrible time to go on holiday, at least over here. It’s the period when most Italians go on holiday, which means it’s unbelievably expensive to go anywhere/do anything. And everything’s overcrowded. Besides, with at least half of the driving population gone from Florence, it’s actually quite nice to be here right now. There’s very little traffic (BONUS!), and you can park anywhere…
The only BIG problem is the horrendous heat. Eh. According to weather reports, we aren’t going to have a respite from the current, awful heat wave until the middle of August. Uffa. Oh, and next week we’re going to be hit with what’s been called the “African Dragon.” Even worse! Yikes! Oh well, I always try to see the positive in every situation: the heat gives us the purrfect excuse to cool down with some gelato (and we happen to live very close to one of the best ice cream places in Florence…)! 😉
Okay, enough…let’s get to the FUNNY part of the post! A friend sent me this joke, which I enjoyed very much…Besides, what better way to celebrate the beginning of my, er, “not-really-a-holiday holiday” than with a joke? Oh wait, one more thing: TAB sent me his update. I’ll read it tomorrow and publish at least the first part (it might be too long for just one post). Sooo, stay tuned! And stay cool! 🙂
The best story of the year doesn’t give the proper praise and credit for this painful but understandable story as told by a loving wife…
The pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like to express praise for answered prayers. Suzie Smith stood and walked to the podium. She said, “I have a praise. Two months ago, my husband, Tom, had a terrible bicycle wreck, and his scrotum was completely crushed. The pain was excruciating, and the doctors didn’t know if they could help him.” You could hear a muffled gasp from the men in the congregation as they imagined the pain that poor Tom must have experienced.
“Tom was unable to hold me or the children,” she went on, “and every move caused him terrible pain. We prayed as the doctors performed a delicate operation, and it turned out they were able to piece together the crushed remnants of Tom’s scrotum, and wrap wire around it to hold it in place.”
Again, the men in the congregation cringed and squirmed uncomfortably as they imagined the horrible surgery performed on Tom.
“Now,” she announced in a quivering voice, “Tom is out of the hospital and the doctors say that with time, his scrotum should recover completely.”
All the men sighed with unified relief. The pastor rose and tentatively asked if anyone else had something to say.
A man stood up and walked slowly to the podium. He said, “I’m Tom Smith.”
The entire congregation held its breath.
“I just want to tell my wife the word is sternum.”