I took this picture last Friday - May 25. The first Friday for us in a long! time when we were actually in town. It was pouring outside and when it rains the water runs down the windows like a sheet. It's like being under a waterfall. If you look closely you can see the water running down the window on the left. (That's mr. roshbosh and cusak - mr. roshbosh's brother.) There's just something about this picture that makes me pause...
Before I took this picture, mr. roshbosh and I survived our first false-alarm fire alarm. Although we didn't realize that it was false alarm until we walk down 21 flights of stairs. So much fun. My calves were thanking me the next day.
We had a "cousins" night later on that day- there were 5 cousins, 2 sig-others, and the three of us and we all walked down the street to Iron Cactus for dinner. 5 gals and 5 hairy-legs and we sat on different ends of the table. The girls conversation walked through cosmetics, clothes, jobs, and Johhny Depp. I don't know what was discussed on the other end except for this riddle - see if you can figure it out. Only the doctor at the table answered correctly! I'll post an answer later this week...
A young boy and his father are driving along one night and are in a terrible accident.
They are taken to the hospital where the father is told that his son will need surgery.
The surgeon arrives, takes one look at the boy, and says "I can't operate on this boy. He's my son."
How can that be?