posted on September 24, 2001 12:07:06 PM
Thought you might enjoy the chuckle I received in today's e-mail:
I Love Mustard (This is a true story)
If you have children you will probably relate to this.
As ham sandwiches go, it was perfection.
A thick slab of ham, a fresh bun, crisp lettuce and plenty of expensive, light brown, gourmet mustard.
The corners of my jaw aching in anticipation, I carried it to the picnic table in our backyard, picked it up with both hands.
I was stopped by my wife suddenly at my side.
"Hold Johnny (our six-week-old son) while I get my sandwich," she said.
I had him balanced between my left elbow and
shoulder and was reaching again for the ham sandwich when I noticed a streak of mustard on my fingers. I love mustard. I had no napkin so I licked it off.
It was not mustard.
No man ever put a baby down faster.
It was the first and only time I have sprinted with my tongue protruding.
With a washcloth in each hand I did the sort of routine shoeshine boys do, only I did it on my tongue.
Later (after she stopped crying from laughing so hard) my wife said,
"Now you know why they call that mustard Poupon"
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posted on September 24, 2001 05:53:27 PMPIMP Too funny.
Zoomin I love it, after the sort of week I have just had with my 17 y.o. son that made my day. I laughed so hard I nearly fell out of my chair. It kind of reminded me of the year Santa almost had that particular shade of yellow mustard added to his attire, when my daughter was only 3 months old. He did not see the funny side of it, but I did. LOL
PIMP