Praying Parrots, Deadlines and Downsizing

I’m always amazed at people with tremendous organizational skills. At times I include myself among them. But I am up to my earlobes working on a book, my husband wants to downsize and retire, and to do that, you know what that means–you have to keep the house clean.
I have to state here for the record, this doesn’t make me feel very romantic. Luckily, we both have a sense of humor, and he can make me laugh like no other. And laughter does seem to reduce stress, so I thought I’d share a joke before I go back into my writing cave, and hope you can use a laugh too.

The Praying Parrots . . .
A lady goes to her priest one day and tells him, “Father, I have a problem. I have two female parrots, but they only know how to say one thing.”
“What do they say?” the priest inquired.
“They say, ‘Hi, we’re hookers! Do you want to have some fun?'”
“That’s obscene!” the priest exclaimed, then he thought for a moment. “You know,” he said, “I may have a solution to your problem. I have two male talking parrots, which I have taught to pray and read the Bible. Bring your two parrots over to my house, and we’ll put them in the cage with Francis and Peter. My parrots can teach your parrots to praise and worship, and your parrots are sure to stop saying that phrase in no time.”
“Thank you,” the woman responded, “this may very well be the solution.”
The next day, she brought her female parrots to the priest’s house. As he ushered her in, she saw that his two male parrots were inside their cage holding rosary beads and praying.
Impressed, she walked over and placed her parrots in with them.
After a few minutes, the female parrots cried out in unison:
“Hi, we’re hookers! Do you want to have some fun?”
There was stunned silence.
Shocked, one male parrot looked over at the other male parrot and exclaimed:
“Put the beads away, Frank. Our prayers have been answered!”

Here’s to a good laugh and to restoring oursanity. See you soon!