One thing my mama always said was, “What Goes Around Comes Around.” And my whole life I knew it was true. But in addition to that, I would do well to remember that teasing my husband early in the morning, will, somehow, come back to bite me on the backside.

Okay, so Friday started on a mixed note. The stockmarket tanked…again…and Hubby had woken up on the fumbling idiot side of the bed. My eldest and I were laughing and teasing him in the kitchen all morning before work and school. He was laughing along but as far as he went he was bumbling…actually, nothing out the ordinary…sorry babe, my mama taught me not to lie!

Everything was running smoothly and according to schedule. Walked the little one off to kindergarten in the glorious Fall sunshine. As we head out the door I look at my hands: phone – check, keys – check.

After dropping off the little one, and walking home, I desperately needed to pee. Yes, I said it, I needed to pee. So rushing into the house, I dropped the keys on the kitchen table and rushed into the loo. Don’t panic, I will spare you the details.

Now this is the only gruesome detail you will hear. When I finished I got up and flushed and then pulled my jeans. As I pulled up on the jeans, I felt the phone in my pocket move. It moved alright, it popped right out of my pocket and fell into the already flushing loo! I stood for a few seconds (which felt like minutes) watching the water swish around the bowl amazed. Then whatever logic I possess (and I am guessing that you are thinking I lack in that department) came back and I thought that once the flushing was done, I will don my yellow marigold gloves and remove the item from the bowl. So I zipped up my jeans, washed my hands ready to retrieve the item. As I soaped up and rinsed and I heard a thud and I froze. It was obvious then that the communication device had managed to negotiate its way over the S-bend and made it down the pipe. Oh crap.

Now considering that this phone has survived being accidently dropped from the top of the stairs, being stood on and falling out the car, I figured it might survive a few minutes in water so I grabbed the house phone and ran into the basement. Locating the toilet pipes I dialed my cell number. I could hear the cell ringing on the house phone but could not hear it ringing in the pipes. It was gone. My cell phone was now part of the town sewage network. A network not advertised as available when I bought it.

And there I stood in the basement, laughing so loud I would have peed in my pants, had I not just been. I have heard of some bizarre ways of losing a phone, but flushing it down the loo? This was a first. Needless to say the Hub is waiting to write a comment…you know he has been thinking of all these “funny” things to say…

So currently I am cell-less which is fine. I managed to survive 25 years on this earth without owning one, I am sure I can hold out a few more days before I replace it. But my neighbor cornered me yesterday and said that something really strange happened to her. She tried to phone me on my cell and her toilet started to ring…

Yeah, funny….

[Apparently this has happened to others and there are tips if you managed to get the phone back, unlike me of course, who flushed...]

Where we would like to spend Fridays:

At the Pub

 (click on photo to read PUB SIGN)

But due to the bad economy, this is where we will spend Fridays:

South Africans are creative and clever. When faced with a problem, they make a plan…seriously. Just look at this guy…no alarm, no problem…and now no more smash and grabs!

No alarm...no problem...

he did...he did...he did...she did...

A  cabbie picks up a Nun.

She gets into the cab, and notices that the VERY handsome cab driver won’t stop staring at her.

She asks him why he is staring.

He replies: ‘I have a question to ask you but I don’t want to offend you.’

She answers, ‘My son, you cannot offend me. When you’re as old as I am and have been a nun as long as I have, you get a chance to see and hear just about everything. I’m sure that there’s nothing you could say or ask that I would find offensive.’

‘Well, I’ve always had a fantasy to have a nun kiss me.’

She responds, ‘Well, let’s see what we can do about that: Firstly, you have to be single and secondly, you must be Catholic.’

The cab driver is very excited and says,

‘Yes, I’m single and Catholic!’

‘OK’ the nun says. ‘Pull into the next alley.’

The nun fulfils his fantasy, with a kiss that would make a hooker blush.

But when they get back on the road, the cab driver starts crying.

‘My dear child,’ says the nun, ‘why are you crying?’

‘Forgive me but I’ve sinned. I lied and I must confess, I’m married and I’m Jewish.’

The nun says, ‘That’s OK. My name is Kevin and I’m going to a fancy dress party.’

Yay, it is Friday and not a moment too soon I might add. I have had a week of ups and downs this week, with some interactions disappointing and others totally uplifting! So lets start the weekend off on a good footing shall we…time for some Friday funnies…

Not quite the splash ne envisaged…

This spider works for George W. Bush on the economy…

Truly, have no words to say to this one…

Ah, winter is fast approaching…all men quiver at the thought…

What my cats get up to when I am not at home…that would explain the five scratch posts and box of live mice delivered last week…

A liar it is and a liar it will remain…

Have a wonderful weekend…

Further to the T-shirt Post of Sanity Found today, thought I would post the T-shirt Hubby bought lately…

Go and look at Sanity Found’s T-shirts – very funny!