In case you missed it. International Talk Like a Pirate Day is today. I am drinking some rum and entertaining myself with bad jokes. The motto, "all hope abandon, ye who enter here" ought to have been my blog tagline for most of the time anyway. All puns intended and if you are sensitive to terrible humor, please give up reading further and skip flaming comments. Do your worst (and by that I mean your best) to come up with ones yourself in the comments, if you should dare.
The Mr. and I spent our evening walk coming up with jokes. We do not claim any originality here, but we did try.
What do pirates study at Cal Poly? (Total insider alum joke)
Arrrrrchitecture (Weird Al has a degree)
Where do pirates get their coffee?
Where do pirates shop for bargains?
Wal-Marrrrt and Tarrrrget
What is a pirate's favorite noble gas?
What college does a pirate attend?
What do you call a pirate who attends Harrrvard?
The last one was from the Mr. and made me laugh loud enough to seem crazy on our evening walk. Sadly, despite feeling that there should have been planks involved today, there were none present.
Nanny situation is blissfully solved. Work sorta blew up spectacularly. The Mr. may also be out of a jobish soon and, we have now been seriously considering moving to Boston. I feel that from Phila might seem akin to going from SF to Seattle, where it's not that much different, but seems like a grey cold mess away from home.
PS. I don't think that going to Harrrrvard makes you smart. (In case anyone assumes that). The reason I laughed so hard at that one was because it is SILLY after all. I feel that pirates would attend Arrrrt and Design schools, frankly. They are not the abide by the rules types for the most parrrt.