Mother Superior

February 3, 2017

Improvisation

Okay, so this edition looks very different. The truth is, my computer went crazy just when I was about to start this edition. Apparently, Microsoft decided to pull the plug on my email program (Live Mail) at the end of January but I never opened that particular program until just now. I only found out about this move by Microsoft after I did a quick research when my program disappeared (and along with it went all my precious joke emails from all of my friends). If there was any warning, I certainly did not hear it.

So I decided to back up my computer before I try drastic measures to regenerate my emails. I'm using my backup computer to write this. Gazing over at the regular computer it's still hours away before completion.

This whole day was pretty messed up. I had planned to continue work on a book for a client but another client sent a distress signal for a feature in her website to accept appointments. What I thought was going to be a simple coding turned into a nightmare. I finally got that done but now everything else was backed up. Lots of work tomorrow (sigh!). Don't you hate that when it happens?

I wish I had some insights I could share but getting this email out on time is already a challenge. Please forgive my patchwork TGIF email. I just want to make sure you still get something to smile about. 

It's Superbowl weekend here in America! As always, being the marketing man that I am, I'm more interested in the commercials. Weird, huh?

TGIF people!

Mother Superior
Contributed by Tom of Pasadena, CA

The 98 year old Mother Superior from Ireland was dying. The nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her last journey comfortable.

They gave her some warm milk to drink but she refused. Then one of the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen. Remembering a bottle of Irish whiskey received as a gift the previous Christmas, she opened and poured a generous amount into the warm milk.

Back at Mother Superior's bed, she held the glass to her lips. Mother drank a little, then a little more and before they knew it, she had drunk the whole glass down to the last drop.

"Mother," the nuns asked with earnest, "please give us some wisdom before you die."

She raised herself up in bed and with a pious look on her face said, "Don't sell that cow!!!"