JackTales

I just wanted to share the photos of the work that’s been done to my house. These are the links to the landscaping, Ram Jack piers for lifting the house, and the siding. The siding is still being worked on.

Oh, and for your amusement, here’s why women live longer than men.

Oops, and let me clarify that none of the contractors in “why women live longer than men” are the people working on my house!

A truck driver had just finished offloading on our dock this morning, and one of our guys yelled to him, “Would you like to use the little girls’ room?”

He yelled back, “No, I’d like the little boys’.” We all did a double-take, and the truck driver groaned and turned beet red. “Not what I meant! Not what I meant!”

It was hard to hear him over all the laughing.

The Lost Dr Seuss Poem

I love my job, I love the pay!
I love it more and more each day.
I love my boss, she is the best!
I love her boss and all the rest.

I love my office and its location,
I hate to have to go on vacation.
I love my furniture, drab and gray,
And piles of paper that grow each day!

I think my job is really swell,
There’s nothing else I love so well.
I love to work among my peers,
I love their leers, and jeers, and sneers.
 
I love my computer and its software;
I hug it often though it won’t care.
I love each program and every file.
I’d love them more if they worked a while.
 
I’m happy to be here.  I am.  I am.
I’m the happiest slave of the Firm, I am.
I love this work, I love these chores.
I love the meetings with deadly bores.

I love my job - I’ll say it again -
I even love those friendly men.
Those friendly men who’ve come today,
In clean white coats to take me away!