In For A Soaking

All day Saturday, Sunday, Monday, & Tuesday:

I sat.

I read.

I soaked my wounded foot.

Then, yesterday afternoon, ignoring my own painful affliction in order to better serve faithful blog readers, I updated the JOKE SECTION of my main website at www.cowart.info

As a man of discretion and refinement, I only include jokes that will appeal to cultured readers with the most discriminating taste in humor (unlike my wife).

Here’s a sample joke that my wounded foot brought to mind:

The head doctor is doing the morning rounds in the teaching hospital with his students in tow. He pauses before a patient and says, "This man limps because his fibula and tibia are badly arched. Bernie, what would you do in a case like this?"

Bernie said, "Yeah, well, um...Yes, I think I'd limp too."

Here’s another, reputed to be an old Irish prayer:

May God bless those who love us.
And for those who don't love us, may God turn their hearts.
And for those whose hearts cannot be turned,
May God turn their ankles
So that we may know them by their limping.

When Ginny read over my previous post (for April Fool’s Day) and a few of my excellent fine updated jokes, she said I ought to go soak my head instead of my foot.