Sunday Morning Sex

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 Dong."

She paused to wipe away a tear, and continued:

"He'd still be alive today if that damn ice cream truck hadn't come along."

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Still not feeling bloggish today. I've got that sneezing/runny nose/congestion/chills crap that's going around, and I really don't want to do much other than lay on the couch, and that includes sitting at the computer.

Trisha, I'm sorry I have to miss your baby shower but I don't want to run the risk of giving you my germs (or anyone else for that matter). Have a wonderful day, and I'll bring your gift to Bunco, ok?

Everyone else, happy Sunday. I'll be back tomorrow to catch up on your blogs, and to actually write an interesting one of my own!