Mother’s Day Weekend and what a week it’s been leading up to it. It’s Friday afternoon and I’m just now starting this issue.
Well, it’s more like it’s Friday early evening. Took me an hour just to get this damn laptop started and running. I really need to inherit some money. Problem is, there’s too many other issues clamoring for my paycheck.
But, enough about that. Let’s say happy Mother’s Day to all you mothers out there.
And of course we lead off with some special Mom Day cartoons…
Yup, even us Dragons have Mothers.
And a special happy Mother’s Day to my adopted Mom. Love you Diaman!
And now to some regular funnies.
I don’t care what people think of me…
At least mosquitoes find me attractive.
I think that’s a great idea!
The year is 2020 and the United States has elected the first woman as well as the first Jewish president, Susan Goldstein.
She calls up her mother a few weeks after Election Day and says, “So, Mom, I assume you’ll be coming to my inauguration?”
“I don’t think so. It’s a ten-hour drive, your father isn’t as young as he used to be, and my arthritis is acting up again.”
“Don’t worry about it, Mom, I’ll send Air Force One to pick you up and take you home. And a limousine will pick you up at your door.”
“I don’t know. Everybody will be so fancy-schmantzy; what on earth would I wear?
Susan replies, “I’ll make sure you have a wonderful gown, custom-made by the best designer in New York.”
“Honey,” Mom complains, “you know I can’t eat those rich foods you and your friends like to eat.”
The President-to-be responds, “Don’t worry Mom. The entire affair is going to be handled by the best caterer in New York; kosher all the way.. Mom, I really want you to come.”
So Mom reluctantly agrees and on January 20, 2021, Susan Goldstein is being sworn in as President of the United States. In the front row sits the new President’s mother, who leans over to a Senator sitting next to her and says, “You see that woman over there with her hand on the Torah, becoming President of the United States?”
The Senator whispers back, “Yes, I do.”
Mom says proudly, “Her brother is a doctor.
Giuseppe excitedly tells his mother he’s fallen in love and that he is going to get married.
He says, “Just for fun, Mama, I’m going to bring over three women and you try and guess which one I’m going to marry.” The mother agrees.
The next day, he brings three beautiful women into the house, sits them down on the couch and they chat for a while
He then says, “Okay, Mama, guess which one am I going to marry?”
Mama says immediately, “The one on the right.”
“That’s amazing, Mama. You’re right. How did you know?”
Mama replies: “I don’t like her.”
I was reading an article last night about fathers and sons, and memories came flooding back to the time I took my son out for his first drink.
Off we went to our local bar, which is only two blocks from the house.
I got him a Guinness Stout. He didn’t like it – so I drank it.
Then I got him an Old Style. He didn’t like it either, so I drank it.
It was the same with the Coors and the Bud.
By the time we got down to the Irish whiskey . . .
I could hardly push the stroller back home.
I know this is going to be a short issue. Too much to do and no time to do it. For that I’m sorry.
But let’s end today’s issue with a series of pictures that all have a theme…
And that’s it my friends.
Take care until we meet again.
Love you mom!