Sunday Morning Sex
It has been a busy week at work. It has been left to me to catch up on about 3 months worth of damage claims. Wow, what a chore that is.
At lunch and over a beer after work I have been scanning the newspapers and catching up on what’s new around town, the pronvince, the country and the world. There is a pile of newspaper clippings sitting next to my computer waiting to be blogged about. Some of them really make me angry, others just make me sick.
Oh yeah, and the Oilers are kicking some serious pre-season ass. They currently boast 4 out of five wins!! Let’s Go Oilers!
So, this weekend I will blog!! In the meantime, this cracked me up!!
SUNDAY MORNING SEX
I will never hear church bells ringing again without smiling.
Upon hearing that her elderly grandfather had just passed away, Katie
went straight to her grandparent’s
house to visit her 95-year-old grandmother and comfort her.
When she asked how her grandfather had died, her grandmother replied,
“He had a heart attack while we
were making love on Sunday morning.”
Horrified, Katie told her grandmother that 2 people nearly 100 years old
having sex would surely be
asking for trouble.
“Oh no, my dear,” replied granny. “Many years ago, realizing our
advanced age, we figured out the best
time to do it was when the church bells would start to ring. It was just
the right rhythm. Nice and slow
and even. Nothing too strenuous, simply in on the Ding and out on the
She paused to wipe away a tear, and continued,
“He’d still be alive if the ice cream truck hadn’t come along.”