This is a classic... One afternoon a man came home from work to find total mayhem in his  house. His three children were outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the  mud,  with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife’s car was open, as was the front door to the house. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the  front  room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was  strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes  filled  the sink, breakfast food was spilled  on the counter, dog food was spilled on  the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door. He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she may be ill, or that something serious had happened. He found her lounging in the  bedroom, still curled in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, “What happened here today?” She again smiled and answered, “You know every day when you come home  from  work and ask me what in the world did I do today?”  “Yes” was his incredulous reply. She answered, “Well, today I didn’t do it.”

Slow Dance        Have you ever watched kids        On a merry-go-round?        Or listened to the rain        Slapping on the ground?        Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?        Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?        You better slow down.        Don't dance so fast.        Time is short.        The music won't last.        Do you run through each day        On the fly?        When you ask "How are you?"        Do you hear the reply?        When the day is done,        Do you lie in your bed        With the next hundred chores        Running through your head?        You'd better slow down.        Don't dance so fast.        Time is short.        The music won't last.        Ever told your child,        We'll do it tomorrow?        And in your haste,        Not see his sorrow?        Ever lost touch,        Let a good friendship die        'Cause you never had time        To call and say "Hi"?        You'd better slow down.        Don't dance so fast.        Time is short.        The music won't last.        When you run so fast to get somewhere        You miss half the fun of getting there.        When you worry and hurry        Through your day,        It is like an unopened gift..Thrown away.        Life is not a race.        Do take it slower        Hear the music        Before the song is over.