Never tell them what you wouldnt do.
Work is accomplished by those employees who have not yet reached their level of incompetence.
Never play leapfrog with a unicorn.
Excuses are like bodies; everybody has one!
HER SIDE OF THE STORY
My husband was in an odd mood Saturday night. We planned to meet at a cafe for a drink. I spent the afternoon shopping with the girls and I thought it might have been my fault because I was a bit later than I promised but he didnt say anything about it. I dont remember doing anything to make him upset, but I could tell there was something wrong.
The conversation was quite slow going so I thought we should go off to someplace intimate so we could talk more privately. We went to this restaurant and he was STILL acting a bit funny. I was getting really worried, what did I do? What was bothering him? Was he mad at me?
I tried to cheer him up, but started to wonder what was bothering him. Was it me or something else? I asked him if he was upset with me, he said no. But I wasnt really sure. In the car on the way back home, I said that I loved him deeply and he just put his arm around me. I didnt know what the heck that meant because, you know, he didnt say it back or anything. We finally got back home and I was wondering if he was going to leave me! So I tried to get him to talk but he just switched on the TV.
Reluctantly, I said I was going to go to bed. Then after about 10 minutes, he joined me and to my surprise, we made love. But, he still seemed really distracted, so afterwards I wanted to confront him but didnt, so I just cried myself to sleep. I just dont know what to do anymore. I mean, I really think hes seeing someone else.
HIS SIDE OF THE STORY
Played badly today — shot 97 – – -cant putt for shit! Felt kind of tired.
Got laid though.
Love letters, business contracts, and money due you always arrive three weeks late, whereas junk mail arrives the day it was sent.
Ability is like a check, it has no value unless it is cashed.
Those who live closest arrive latest.
There has been an alarming increase in the number of things you know nothing about.
Experiments should be reproducible. They should all fail in the same way.