A priest, a minister and a rabbi were talking about when life begins. The priest said: “Life begins at conception.” The minister said: “Life begins when the fetus is viable.” The rabbi said: “Life begins when the kids leave home and the dog dies.”
While this joke has innumerable versions, this is the one Great-Uncle Herbie told when we got married. He and Great-Aunt Fanny also gave us their three life rules:
- Don’t eat in restaurants with plants (they’re put there to hide something).
- Don’t give each other presents with handles.
- And most importantly, don’t let the kids outnumber you.
This book documents results of breaking every one of Great-Uncle Herbie’s life rules. I like to think he would have approved. [click on image for previews, reviews, and buy links from Amazon.]
We broke #3 so quickly that #1 wasn’t a problem, mostly because local restaurants wouldn’t let us in…
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