Allt að gerast bara!! Er að fara í enn aðra vinnuna á þessu ári, orðnar þrjár sem sagt. Keypti mér fiskabúr um daginn. Þrjátíu fiska og tvo snigla...en helmingurinn drapst áður en þeir komust í búrið..svekkjandi. Er að hugsa um að reyna að komast í klippingu á morgun. Lít út eins villimaður. Er svo að fara á Chris Cornell á laugardaginn með Ingu og Krissa bró. Ætla svo að hitta Ebbu þar. Svo eru leitir að hefjast en veit ekki hvernig það verður þar sem ég er að fara í vaktavinnu... fer þá líklega í seinni leitir bara. Svo verð ég að segja að auglýsingin frá símanum með Jesú og síðustu kvöldmáltíðina er bara fyndin og ég skil ekki að fólk þurfi endalaust að vera væla út af einhverju svona.
En svona að lokum tveir brandarar sem vonandi fær ykkur til að brosa.
Góðar stundir 
All the organs of the body were having a meeting, trying to decide who was in charge.
The brain said: "I should be in charge, because I run all the body's systems, so without me nothing would happen."
"I should be in charge," said the heart, "because I pump the blood and circulate oxygen all over the body, so without me you'd all waste away."
"I should be in charge," said the stomach, "because I process food and give all of you energy."
"I should be in charge," said the rectum, "because I'm responsible for waste removal."
All the other body parts laughed at the rectum and insulted him, so in a huff, he shut down tight. Within a few days, the brain had a terrible headache, the stomach was bloated, and the blood was toxic. Eventually the other organs gave in. They all agreed that the rectum should be the boss.
The moral of the story?
You don't have to be smart or important to be in charge... just an asshole.
Four Catholic ladies were having coffee.
The first Catholic woman tells her friends "My son is a priest. When he walks into a room, everyone calls him "Father."
The second Catholic woman chirps, "My son is a bishop. Whenever he walks into a room, people call him, "Your Grace."
The third Catholic mother says, "My son is a cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, people say, "Your Eminence."
Since the fourth Catholic woman sips her coffee in silence, the first three women give her this subtle, "Well?"
So she replies, "My son is a gorgeous, 6' 2", hard-bodied dancer. When he walks into a room, people say, "Oh my God!"