Intermission

Ok, I don't want to leave that depressing 'bad day' post up there for too long, but I really have no time, or energy to post today. Bad me [smacks self on own wrist].

Instead I'll leave you with a joke (forwarded from Phil):

Home Security

An old Arab man lived alone in Idaho. He wanted to plough his potato garden, but it was very hard work.

His only son, Abdullah, who used to help him, was being held by the FBI on suspicion of aiding and abetting terrorists.

The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:

Dear Abdul,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.
Your Dad,
Mohammed.

A few days later he received a letter from his son:

Dear Dad,
For heaven's sake, don't dig up that garden, that's where I buried the biological weapons.
Love,
Abdullah.

Next morning, at 4a.m. the FBI agents and local police showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any weapons. They apologized to the old man and left.

That same day the old man received another letter from his son:

Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love,
Abdullah.