Sister Time

Barb, our chauffeur of the day, with Joe Crow, (our great nephew makes decoys out of styrofoam packing material as a hobby - Barb adopted this one) riding shotgun.

Janet, picking our the doughnuts of the day at Wegmanns.

Loon Lake - Laf-a-Lot Restaurant

Spent a week and a half at my sister's in western NYS.  My sister Barb came out for a few days too.

We had a great time catching up, playing cards, relaxing and visiting some of our favorite restaurants,

Billie Shue's, the Sunrise Diner, the Laf-a-Lot and the Chat a While.  

Cute Joke

The Psychiatrist vs. The Bartender

Ever since I was a child, I've always had a fear of someone under my bed at night.

So I went to a shrink and told him: “I've got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared. I think I'm going crazy.”

“Just put yourself in my hands for one year, said the shrink. Come talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears.”

“How much do you charge?”

“Eighty dollars per visit,” replied the doctor.

“I'll sleep on it,” I said.

Six months later the doctor met me on the street. “Why didn't you come to see me about those fears you were having?” He asked.

“Well, Eighty bucks a visit, three times a week for a year, is $12,480.00. A bartender cured me for $10.00. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought me a new pickup truck.”

“Is that so?” With a bit of an attitude he said, “and how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?”

“He told me to cut the legs off the bed. Ain't nobody under there now.”

It's always better to get a second opinion.