BLONDE MATH
October 9, 2023 | Author Friend Promo
from Catherine Castle
I’m a blonde. Always have been a blonde.
Always will be a blonde.
If I had any doubt about that it was reinforced the other day when my husband brought me a new blonde joke.
You have to understand that I love blonde jokes. The dumber the blonde the funnier I think the joke is. That’s because at my core I know blondes are really smart, and we know how to work things to our advantage. That’s why so many women, and men, want to be blondes nowadays.
I have a collection of blonde jokes sent to me by friends and that I have garnered from the internet. One of my favorites is about the blonde driving down the highway knitting.
A highway patrolman pulled alongside a speeding car on the freeway. Glancing at the car, he was astounded to see that the blonde behind the wheel was knitting!
Realizing that she was oblivious to his flashing lights and siren, the trooper cranked down his window, turned on his bullhorn and yelled, ‘PULL OVER!’
‘NO!’ the blonde yelled back, ‘IT’S A SCARF!’
I get that joke. I also get the one about the three construction workers, also one of my favorites.
Three male construction workers—an Italian, a Mexican, and a Swede—are sitting on a high construction beam eating lunch.
The Italian pulls a meatball sandwich from his lunch pail and says, “If I get another meatball sandwich for lunch, I’m going to throw myself off this high beam.”
The Mexican pulls a taco from his lunch pail and says, “If I get another taco for lunch, I’m going to throw myself off this high beam.”
Then the Swede pulls a sardine sandwich from his lunch pail and says, “If I get another sardine sandwich for lunch. I’m going to throw myself off this high beam.”
The next day, the Italian pulls a meatball sandwich from his lunch pail and throws himself off the beam. Then the Mexican pulls a taco from his lunch pail and throws himself off the beam. And finally, the Swede pulls a sardine sandwich from his lunch pail and throws himself off the beam.
At the funeral for the men the wives were commiserating. “If I’d only known he hated meatball sandwiches, I wouldn’t have packed them,” said the Italian’s wife.
“If I’d known he hated tacos, I wouldn’t have packed them, either,” said the Mexican’s wife.
Then the two women looked at the Swede’s wife.
“Don’t look at me,” she said. “He packed his own lunch.”
I get this joke. Duh…the Swede could have just packed something different and then he wouldn’t have to throw himself off the construction beam.
But the following joke stumped me, proving I’m a true blonde, even when my roots grew out 3 inches during the COVID-19 shutdown.
“Listen to this,” my husband said as he came into the kitchen and proceeded to tell me a new blonde joke.
A blonde answers the door and sees a census worker who asks her a variety of census questions. Then he says, “How old are you, ma’am?”
“Well,” says the blonde,” I was married when I was eighteen and my husband was thirty. He’s sixty now, which is twice his age, so that makes me … thirty-six.”
There was a pregnant pause in the kitchen, and then I said, “So what’s the punch line?”
My husband started howling with laughter.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Her husband was thirty when they married and now he’s sixty.”
“Yeah,” I said, “twice his age.”
“And she’s how old?” he asked.
“Thirty-six. Eighteen plus eighteen is thirty-six, right?” I said.
“He’s thirty years older,” my husband said. “He’s now sixty. Do the math.” When I didn’t answer right away he started laughing even harder. “No wonder you were thirty-seven for so many years. You really are a blonde.” Then he turned and walked out of the kitchen.
“I didn’t add wrong,” I hollered at his retreating back. “I just forgot how old I was for all those years.”
As soon as he was out of sight, I pulled retrieved my phone calculator and did the math again. Eighteen plus eighteen still came out thirty-six.
Thank heaven for calculators, because I flunked word-problem math in seventh grade. Without my calculator I’d be lost doing higher math problems.
Are you a real blonde, too, or do you know the answer my hubby was after? I’d love to know.
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Catherine may not be great at higher math, but she sure can write, as is testified to through her multiple book awards. Check out her romantic comedy, with a touch of drama, A Groom for Mama, for more funny situations.
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Beverly Walters is dying, and before she goes she has one wish—to find a groom for her daughter. To get the deed done, Mama enlists the dating service of Jack Somerset, Allison’s former boyfriend.
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Multi-award winning author Catherine Castle loves writing. Before beginning her career as a romance writer she worked part-time as a freelance writer. She has over 600 articles and photographs to her credit, under her real name, in the Christian and secular market. She also lays claim to over 300 internet articles written on a variety of subjects and several hundred poems. In addition to writing she loves reading, traveling, singing, theatre, quilting and gardening. She’s a passionate gardener whose garden won a “Best Hillside Garden” award from the local gardening club. She writes sweet and inspirational romances. You can find her award-winning Soul Mate books The Nun and the Narc and A Groom for Mama, on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.
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