I’m really at a loss of what to write about today. Nothing exciting has transpired, I haven’t heard from our ridiculous agents, and the dogs have actually been good today. The weather is a bit fickle, but hey I live in Wyoming.
So here’s a little something to make you smile.
THREE TREES AND A WOODPECKER
Two tall trees, a birch and a beech, are growing in the woods. A small tree begins to grow between them, and the beech says to the birch, “Is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?” The birch says he cannot tell, but just then a woodpecker lands on the sapling.
The birch says, “Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?”
The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree and replies, “It is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch, It is, however, the best piece of ash I have ever poked my pecker into.”
Now wipe that smile off your face.