The Light Bulb
One of the special joys of being a bit older is that I seem to be laughing more than ever before. I don’t take myself or events in my life as seriously as I once did and I’m able to find the humor in most situations. After all, life as an old broad can be pretty darn funny!
On that note, I’d like to share a little meno-tale that’s been making the rounds of the Internet. I got it from two dear friends, laughed out loud at the wisdom behind the joke, and just had to pass it on…
Q: How many women with MENOPAUSE does it take to change a light bulb?
Woman’s Answer: One! ONLY ONE!!!! And do you know WHY? Because no one else in this house knows HOW to change a light bulb! They don’t even know that the bulb is BURNED OUT!! They would sit in the dark for THREE DAYS before they figured it out. And, once they figured it out, they wouldn’t be able to find the #&%! light bulbs despite the fact that they’ve been in the SAME CABINET for the past 17 YEARS!
But if they did, by some miracle of God, actually find them, 2 DAYS LATER, the chair they dragged to stand on to change the STUPID light bulb would STILL BE IN THE SAME SPOT!!!!! AND UNDERNEATH IT WOULD BE THE WRAPPER THE FREAKING LIGHT BULBS CAME IN!!! BECAUSE NO ONE EVER PICKS UP OR CARRIES OUT THE GARBAGE!!!! IT’S A WONDER WE HAVEN’T ALL SUFFOCATED FROM THE PILES OF GARBAGE THAT ARE A FOOT DEEP THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE HOUSE!! IT WOULD TAKE AN ARMY TO CLEAN THIS PLACE! AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON WHO CHANGES THE TOILET PAPER ROLL!!
I’m sorry. What was the question?
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March 7th, 2008 at 11:49 pm
This is SO true! We have lived in our house for more than 15 years and he doesn’t know where anything in our kitchen goes, yet he can find it. Amazing, isn’t it?
Pam Archer
October 30th, 2007 at 8:14 am
Well, now…. I had no idea you were spying through my kitchen window! Hilarious post! Thanks for keeping 50 fun!
I love your blog…
October 29th, 2007 at 3:55 pm
I live alone, but I can always tell if my son has stopped by when I was out… something is out of place.
October 29th, 2007 at 2:40 pm
The author of that wonderful joke must live at my house! Why would anyone pick anything up after themselves when there’s a mom or a wife to do it? When my kids still lived at home, I could have followed them around the house and filled a garbage pail, now it’s just my husband and myself. I thought my tailing days were behind me… but any woman reading this knows how wrong I was! Bless his soul–he’ll tell me “I fed the dog” and all I have to do is look to the left of the sink–can opener, can of opened dog food, bin of dry food and fork to mix it…it’s really great to have helpers.
Thanks Ms Feisty!