3 YEARS (BITTERSWEET SYMPHONY)

I was going over some of my older post today. I couldn't help but notice that it has been exactly three years i have been blogging. Even though i didn't blog for half of most years lol. Its amazing how time flies. I have enjoyed ever moment of blogging, met a lot of wonderful and talented writers. I also got a peep of people's life and innermost thoughts. Its an amazing avenue i tell you.



I opened this blog three years ago and three days later that same year, i found out my dearest cousin passed away. I am so happy about my blog anniversary, but at the same time i miss my cousin dearly. Its a bittersweet moment i guess. It's all good though :)

Cheers loves. Thanks for everything :)




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A husband is at home watching a football game when his wife interrupts, honey, could you fix the light in the hallway? It’s been flickering for weeks now.

He looks at her and says angrily; fix the light, now? Does it look like i have a G.E. logo printed on my forehead? i don't think so!

The wife asks, well then, could you fix the fridge door? It won't close right.

To which he replied, fix the fridge door? Does it look like I have Westinghouse written on my forehead? I don't think so.

Fine, she says then you could at least fix the steps to the front door? They’re about to break.

I’m not a damn carpenter and I don't want to fix steps, he says. Does it look like I have ace hardware written on my forehead? I don't think so. I’ve had enough of you. I’m going to the bar!!! So he goes to the bar and drinks for a couple of hours. He starts to feel guilty about how he treated his wife, and decides to go home and help out. As he walks into the house he notices the steps are already fixed. As he enters the house, he sees the hall light is working.. As he goes to get a beer, he notices the fridge door is fixed. ‘Honey, he asks, how'd all this get fixed?

She said, well, when you left I sat outside and cried. Just then a nice young man asked me what was wrong, and i told him. He offered to do all the repairs, and all i had to do was either go to bed with him or bake a cake.

He said, so what kind of cake did you bake him?

She replied, hellooooo.......do you see Betty Crocker written on my forehead? I don't think so! =====