Day 41 Wed Feb 22 blue sky & sun, noon temp in the shade 80 F (26 C)

I finally got a thermometer that I could set up outside under the awning so it is in the shade. The weather channel & TV weather reports don’t really cover Hemet exactly as it often seems to be warmer than the forecast. When I got back from our water Volleyball game at 12:45 it was reading 80 F. There is no wind & it was just beautiful sitting in a deck chair out by the pool. In the afternoon we got our dish, (a hamburger casserole) ready for the Fun Club event. Everyone takes a dish – dessert, appetizer, main course, whatever, - and they are all put on a table & everyone helps themselves to whatever is there. Tonight is joke night – you take a joke, the criteria being that they are relative – relatively short, relatively clean & relatively non racist – I’m taking one Judy emailed about a golfer. There are a lot of golfers here so it should go well, it is maybe a bit long but we’ll see. Tonight is also switch outfits with your partner night but I am not going to try to get into Sheila’s clothes & mine would fall off her – and we don’t want to start a panic. It starts at 5 & will run till around 6:30 to 7.
There wasn’t a big crowd but lots of food and several people did the cross dress routine. They had a parade & prizes. Then came joke time, Sheila read one & I read one--both of which we had got from an email from Judy Krar. I got honourable mention as did several others. Then for first prize---it was Sheila! The joke follows:

A 6 year old and a 4 year old are raking the yard one morning before breakfast. The 6 year old says, "You know what? I think it's about time we started cussing.” The 4 year old nods his head in approval. The 6 year old continues, “When we go in for breakfast, I'm gonna say something with ‘hell’ and you say something with ‘ass’." The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm. When the mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he wants for breakfast, he replies, "Aw, hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios. WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up, and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear with every step. His mom locks him in his room and shouts, "You can stay there until I let you out!" She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4 year old and asks with a stern voice, "And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?" "I don't know," he blubbers, "but you can bet your fat ass it won't be Cheerios!"

She read it well and added lots of voice inflection for the ending. There was lots of applause. After we came back to the RV about 7:30 for R & R & TV.