Why I Am Such A Blond

We all know that there are many blond jokes out there. Usually they point to the poor, but sweet, unaware blond, who is victimized by her own stupidity. This is my favorite blond joke.

The blond goes to the doctor because her belly is getting big and she thinks maybe she is pregnant. He assures her that she is, in fact, pregnant. She looks worried and asks, “Is it mine?”

Another One:

What do you call it when a blond dies their hair brunette?
Answer: Artificial intelligence.

And lastly:

There was a blond woman named, Cindy, that was in deep financial problems.
So she got on her knees and prayed “Dear
God, please let me win the lottery. I really need your help or
I’ll loose my car, the house, and everything else.” She doesn’t
win. The next day she prays to God “God! I really really need
your help! I’ll loose my car, the house, and everything else.”
Once again, she doesn’t win. The next day she says the same
prayer; then God speaks to her ” Cindy! work with me here, BUY
A TICKET!!”

Wednesday night our cordless land line phone showed a low battery. Hubby read the instruction booklet and knew we could use a regular rechargeable battery. I had them, so he fixed our family room phone.

Then he wanted to fix the guest room phone, and went in, but could not find the power cord. Where was the power cord?

I went in to the guest room and searched and searched. What had I done with it? Finally, I decided I needed to eat breakfast and calm down. After breakfast, as I walked down the hall to return the guest room, I saw a cord sitting on the dining room table!

Oh, I felt like such a blond. I had no idea how the cord got there, and when I handed it to Hubby, he asked that fateful question. “Where was it?” It was in that moment that I simply had to admit…”Honey, you know when I go and visit Margarita and get my hair colored?” he nodded. “Well, under this brown hair, I’m really a blond!”

He is still laughing!