Here's a joke that a friend sent me:
A woman was having a passionate affair with an inspector from a pest-control company. One afternoon they were carrying on in the bedroom together when her husband arrived home unexpectedly. "Quick," said the woman to her lover,"into the closet!" and she pushed him in the closet, stark naked. The husband, however, became suspicious and after a search of the bedroom discovered the man in the closet. "Who are you?" he asked him. "I'm an inspector from Bugs-B-Gone," said the exterminator. "What are you doing in there?" the husband asked. "I'm investigating a complaint about an infestation of moths," the man replied. "And where are your clothes?" asked the husband. The man looked down at himself and said,.. "Those little bastards!"
I may be a bit late with the healing mojo for Mr. Etherknitter, but he'll be needing a steady supply for awhile. Check out the crocheted bone on the Etherknitter's blog.
Sometimes we go walkabout at lunch for a change of scene. You wouldn't have a clue that the High Falls/Brown's Race area in downtown Rochester, NY even existed from any of the main roads. There's a pedestrian bridge that crosses the river, a small museum, restaurants, part of a waterwheel and great views. We even saw 5 wild turkeys at the river's edge one day.