"Wait'll next year!" is the favorite cry of baseball fans, football fans, hockey fans, and gardeners. I take my children everywhere, but they always find their way back home. My wife never lies about her age. She just tells everyone she's as old as I am. Then she lies about my age. It's an awful thing to grow old by yourself. My wife hasn't had a birthday in seven years. I may be forty, but every morning when I get up, I feel like a twenty-year-old. Unfortunately, there's never one around. We're supposed to take our problems to a family adviser. Personally, I've never met a family adviser. They're all off somewhere listening to dirty stories. I don't want to say anything about my kids . . . but I go to PTA meetings under an assumed name! Have you noticed when you go on a diet, the first thing you lose is your temper. Cheap? If he was at the Last Supper, he would have asked for separate checks! Planned obsolescence isn't a new idea— God always used it with people. I had a terrible fight with my wife on New Year's Eve. She called me a procrastinator. So I finished addressing the Christmas cards and left. Did you ever see that painting the Mona Lisa} It always reminds me of a reporter listening to a politician. Every morning I get up and look through the Forbes list of the richest people in America. If I'm not there, I go to work. It's amazing how important your job is when you want the day off—and how unimportant it is when you want a raise. What if the meek inherited the Earth and we had to defend ourselves from Martians? I don't see why religion and science can't get along. What's wrong with counting our blessings with a computer? |