A Slow News Day

Mordecai in Union Square

Today’s adventure started with work, and ended the same way. Mama told me there’d be days like this.

I took Mordecai for a walk in the morning, then headed over to Starbucks (Dave has ruined me with grande lattes) before settling in to a long day in front the computer.

Took a break around 4 pm, and took Mordecai over to Union Square for a little canine social networking. Then back at it ’til Gill let me know she was on the train from Newark Airport.

Mordecai and I walked up towards Penn Station, meeting Gill halfway, then back to the apartment for a quick dinner (the smoke alarm still works like a charm) and a little more work ’til bedtime. That’s about it – but Uncle David did send along this gem:

An Italian husband and wife were having dinner at a very fine restaurant when this absolutely stunning young woman comes over to their table, gives the husband a big open-mouthed kiss, then says she’ll see him later and walks away.

The wife glares at her husband and says, “Who was that?”

“Oh,” replies the husband, “she’s my mistress.”

“Well, that’s the last straw,” says the wife. “I’ve had enough, I want a divorce!”

“I can understand that,” replies her husband, “but remember, if we get a divorce it will mean no more shopping trips to Paris, no more wintering in Barbados, no more summers in Tuscany , no more Jaguar in the garage and no more yacht club. No more credit card and large Bank accounts. But…. The decision is all yours.”

Just then, a mutual friend enters the restaurant with a gorgeous babe on his arm.

“Who’s that woman with Tony?” asks the wife.

“That’s his mistress,” says her husband.

“Ours is prettier,” she replies.