I have no idea where my mother gets her jokes. People send them to her, mostly, and she’s got one intolerable, uber-conservative friend whose e-mails can no longer be forwarded to me and the mister because they make us so angry. But this menopause joke made me laugh out loud. Twice. Kudos to whoever wrote it.
My husband, being unhappy with my mood swings, bought me a mood ring the other day so he would be able to monitor my moods. We’ve discovered that when I’m in a good mood, it turns deep blue. When I’m in a bad mood, it leaves a big frickin’ red mark on his forehead. Maybe next time he’ll buy me a diamond. Dumb ass.