A Man's Life Before Marriage

A Man's Life After Marriage



This was something a friend of mine sent me . And he is married. Do you think he is trying to tell me something?

I logged into my account this morning to see if there are any comments on my blogs. I usually do this about once a day, providing I have time to get onto the computer. Some time ago, I wrote about something in my blog that happened to me at a local bakery. Well, as I log on to my blog, I see advertisements for bakery equipment above the heading.

Bakery equipment?

Why do I want bakery equipment. Unless I start my own donut shop, any baking I do will be at home. And the old almond colored mixer from the 1970s that I got from my mother works fine.

I have to laugh that whenever someone writes about something in their blog, there is an advertisement above the blog. For example, whenever I mention about having a cigar, there are ads for cigar magazines, cigar mail order companies, and other accessories.

Good thing I don't write about marijuana.

Could you imagine the ad for "High Times" magazine over my blog? Or ads for "smoking accessories"?

"No thank you. I just want a cigar cutter, not a roach clip."

Other bloggers have complained about ads for weight loss plans and exercise equipment. I guess they must think that everyone who has a blog is overweight and out of shape.

And out of curiosity, has anyone ever noticed if there are ads for leather products over Mistress Reba's blog?

This is the last week of summer camp, and next Monday the children will be going back to school.

Is there anyone out there wondering whether I am counting down the days?

It is Friday morning as I get my breakfast at McDonald's. As I pour my coffee, the jazz plays over the speaker system. Ronald is playing a few chords on the jazz guitar as I put the lid on my coffee. Remember, the contents are hot, I think to myself. Unlike some other moron who sued McDonald's because the coffee was hot.

IT'S SUPPOSE TO BE HOT!

If you want iced coffee, go to Starbuck's. Or Dunkin' Donuts, for that matter.

The weekend is here, and everyone either has plans or are making plans. As for me, I have to get an oil change for the truck later today. And I hope to go to the cinema this weekend. I have not been to a movie in a long time.

As for tunes for your weekend, I can recommend two new albums. Tom Petty has a new album that came out this week, The Highway Companion. And if you are a Pink Floyd fan, David Gilmour came out with a wonderful CD called On An Island. I bought both in the past week, and I am happy with both of them.

Now if you excuse me, I am going to listen to the latest from Pearl Jam and Neil Young. I will let you know how those are later.

I wonder if that lady has found the mustard yet?

Have a great weekend.

So here I am at Hot Dog Heaven on Colonial Drive in Orlando,standing in line to get two Chicago-style hot dogs with a side and a drink when a woman approaches the counter and asks the person working the cash register:

"Excuse me. Do you have any mustard?"

You are at a place that sells hot dogs, and you ask if they have mustard?

After a moment of awkward silence, the person directed the customer to a condiment tray loaded with mustard and ketchup packets.

Another employee had something else to say, but waited until she left to go sit outside.

I would tell you what he said, but I am going to let you have some fun with this one. Fill in the blank below as to what your response would be.

"_______________________________________________."