C: Monday Funny

Alright, as a woman whose husband left her for someone 28 years younger, I know I have a bit of an axe to grind on this one, but I laughed so hard when I happened onto this.  V was over last night, and she thought it was funny, too.  So, here’s a little video that caused me to laugh:

Did you laugh, too?  Hope your Monday is a good one…I’m off to a BUSY one!  C

Comments

HappyK said…
Yes, I did.
A happy Monday to you.
January 24, 2011 at 7:19 AM
Anonymous said…
Yes, that was funny!! Loved it!
January 24, 2011 at 8:01 AM
Lila Rostenberg said…
Yes, he made me laugh!
thanks for posting this!
January 24, 2011 at 8:45 AM
Vickie said…
OH MY GOODNESS! C, this made me laugh so hard I now have to go repair my makeup for work! Love it - will send this to my sis - her man done her wrong, too. When he gets real sick, he STILL will call her up sometimes!!! Low-life bottom-dweller.....
January 24, 2011 at 9:00 AM
Hope in a Basket said…
i laughed too, i suppose it could be the same if a young guy liked you too right? lol...
January 24, 2011 at 6:21 PM
Sandra said…
Hilarious! I really enjoyed it and I can understand why you did. :)
January 24, 2011 at 7:20 PM
Jody Blue said…
That was good humor! It is probably more true than not:)
January 24, 2011 at 9:58 PM
Vee said…
Oh, yes, I did. Thanks!
January 25, 2011 at 8:22 AM
kath001 said…
So funny...and TRUE!
January 25, 2011 at 3:40 PM
The Old Dairy said…
That brightened my day.....I hadn't heard of sinbad? but he is one funny man...
February 2, 2011 at 9:24 PM
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