Saturday....

My hands are all totally sore! I have nicks and cuts on numerous fingers. Due to doing the mail, and washing my hands so much, they get dry and I am out in the cold abusing them. I hate the way they feel after delivering papers with ink on them. They get so dirty looking, and gloves don't help. When I finally get done atr the end ot the day, I put so much lotion on them....my pet peeve for the am. Today I hope goes major fast and before you know it, It will be Sunday at 11 am, And I will be off work. Today I do the mail, then race home, grab my over night bag and go to a homecare case. My pt, is 90 years old, totally deaf. Suffers from insomia, and a very nice lady. We usually have a great time, I purchased a writing board and those dry markers and write all night to her. Reminds me of my times in chat with friends. I don't let the age difference stand as a barrier so we talk about everything which is really cool. Tonight we shall dine in style... Tenderloin, sweet pototoes, and green squash----mmmm, For now its off to work,,the mail thing and more cuts on fingers ouch.......Happy trails......
....Car Shopping
A lovely lady walks into a Mercedes dealership. She browses around, then spots the perfect car and walks over to inspect it. As she bends to feel the fine leather upholstery, a loud fart escapes her. Very embarrassed, she looks around nervously to see if anyone had noticed her little accident. She turns back, and there, standing next to her, is a salesman. "Good day, Ma'am. How may we help you today?" Very uncomfortably she asks, "Sir, what is the price of this lovely vehicle?" He answers, "Ma'am, if you farted just touching it, you are going to shit when you hear the price."