a joke and a photo

a joke:
i am a terrible joke teller.  i mess up the story.  i forget the punch line.  it all goes bad.

when i was in college i interviewed at a local sports bar for a waitressing position.  the interview was going really well.  the manager who was interviewing me told me he was pretty sure that he was going to hire me but that he had one more question.  he then asked me to tell him a joke. 

uh oh.

this is the joke that i told him: 

three guys were down on their luck, walking down a country road.  as it started to get dark they began to think about where they could stay for the night.  seeing a barn off in the distance, the first guy suggested they hide in the barn for the night.  the other two guys, not having any better ideas agreed this was a good plan.  they headed off through some orchards towards the barn and made beds in the hay loft.  early the next the morning the farmer went into the barn to tend to the animals.  much to the three guys dismay, they were discovered by the farmer who was not really happy.  the three guys tried to convince the farmer that they were sorry and that they would do anything to keep the farmer from turning them into the local police.  the farmer took the bait.  he told the three guys that to make up for it, they had to go out into the fields and pick a bushel of any crop that they wanted to.  the three guys grabbed their bushel baskets and headed off in different directions to pick the crop of their choice.  after some time, the first guy headed back to the barn with his full bushel basket of peaches and handed them to the farmer.  the farmer instructed the man to drop his pants and bend over.  he then poured the bushel basket of peaches onto the guys hind side.  the guy was moaning in pain and rather embarrassed.  after he pulled up his pants he took a seat on a bail of hay.  a few minutes later, the second guy came into the barn with his bushel basket of apples.  the farmer instructed him to do the same as the first guy.  while the apples were dumped on the second guys tush, he screamed out in pain.  after he gained composure he took a seat on the hay bail next to his friend.  suddenly the two guys burst out in laughter.  they were giggling and hee hawing.  this angered the farmer. 

"what are you laughing about?  this is not supposed to be funny! tell me why you are laughing!" the infuriated farmer demanded.

between gut grabbing laughs, the two men blurted out, "the third guys picking watermelons".


i did not get the job.

and a photo...

i usually share more each summer about my garden.  earlier this year i showed you my plot of hope in my backyard.  and then summer got underway and i lost track of time and meandered away from writing for a little bit.  but i wanted to share a bit about my little garden.  it yielded cucumbers, tomatoes, carrots, radishes, eggplants, a small handful of strawberries, some squash, lettuce, onions, potatoes, and some peppers that are somehow just now ripening. 

oh. 

and some mini watermelons.  aren't they cute?

yum.