This week I am passing along a giggle my uncle John in Hawaii sent me. May you laugh out loud…
An elderly man in Florida named Steve had owned a large farm for several years.
He had a large pond in the back. It was properly shaped for swimming, so he fixed it up nicely with picnic tables, horseshoe courts and some orange and lime trees.
One evening the old farmer decided to go down to the pond and check it out as he hadn’t been there for a while.
He grabbed a five-gallon bucket to bring back some fruit. As he neared the pond he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee. As he came closer, he saw it was a bunch of young women skinny-dipping in his pond.
He made the women aware of his presence and they all went to the deep end.
One of the women shouted to him ‘we are not coming out until you leave!’
The old man frowned, ‘I didn’t come down here to watch you ladies swim naked or make you get out of the pond naked.’
Holding the bucket up he said, ‘I’m just here to feed the alligator.’
Some old men can still think fast.
Giggles & Bits are not happening this Thursday. A long story that I’m too tired to explain it all, but suffice it to say: The Quilt Faire is next week.
This afternoon, I was looking through photos to find one for an upcoming class, and I saw it! The photo that makes me smile each time I see it, because it’s of me with my 3-year old granddaughter making Christmas cookies. Mixing stuff and breaking eggs were her favorite things, until it was time to use the cookie cutters. Half of our fun was getting to wear our matching aprons, and watching each other to make sure the other one was not sneaking nibbles of dough.
And don’t forget the VHS tape with all the good Christmas Specials – watching them while decorating cookies became a tradition that began in the 80’s. I recorded the tape while making Christmas cookies with my daughter. She and I love it even more now, as we watch her girls enjoy it. They can’t understand why we laugh so hard when the commercials come on. 80’s commercials are really bizarre!
Both of us have grown since the day this photo was taken. She is now in Middle School and does not think every boy has cooties. Despite what her dad tells her.
I am retired now, and writing this blog, making quilts and trying to finish my novel.
(Hubby did something this month that completely shocked and delighted me! It has been a very long while since this gal has been delighted. I felt like a little girl.
I feel like a new bride because I keep admiring my engagement/wedding ring every couple minutes. It’s so shiny and gorgeous again. It had been broken, dull & diamond-less since 2011 when a prong came loose and the diamond fell out. It happened quietly and I did not know exactly when it happened. It most likely broke at work. Despite my co-workers, the building custodian, and myself crawling around with flashlights like CSI’s, I never saw it again. Until yesterday.
The FedEx guy, Mike, brought hubby a package. Hubby handed it to me and said, “Happy Anniversary”. I had no clue what could be in there, but I was so excited. He was giving me an anniversary present! I can’t remember the last year he did that! In fact, I had not found a gift for him before we were evacuated (the Butte Fire was heading our way), and frankly, I forgot about it.
So, here is this FedEx box, for me, from him. I did not open it immediately. I wanted to savor the moment of having a gift to open. To those who have a spouse that does not express themselves on special occasions (Valentine’s Day, Anniversaries, your birthday…) you know what I’m talking about. To those who are lavished with gifts and attention – never take it for granted!
Okay – now I’m ready to open the box…
FedEx Package
Another FedEx Box!
Inside, was another FedEx box, also completely sealed.
How strange. Guess what I found in the second FedEx box? No, not another box. It was a UPS padded envelope.
This is getting silly
What on earth could be next? After a failed attempt to pull open the envelope, my scissors did the job.
Now, we were getting somewhere! A white, unmarked, little box. I suspected jewelry.
I was not wrong about that – inside was a little reddish velvet ring box.
OMG!
When I peeked inside I saw my wedding ring set, shining like it was my wedding day. Hubby laughed when I asked him to put it on my finger, but I could tell he was proud of himself. The ring would still fit me perfectly, if I could just push it past my knuckle.
I always have had big knuckles on my small fingers and a bit of lotion or soap did the trick. Not today. Since the ring had broken, my arthritis had worsened. My knuckles were larger now. NO!
There was a way to get my ring on and I was going to find it. I iced my knuckle, hoping it would help, greased up my finger, and pushed with all my might. This effort was amusing hubby greatly. I told him I could not get it re-sized to fit my knuckle, the ring would be too loose and constantly spin.
Then I got an idea. You people who know me – stop laughing! It was a great idea, and it worked. What helps with getting something large through something small? OH!
Astro Glide. It still was tough on my knuckle, but I had my wedding ring back! It was 27-years after hubby first put it on my finger. My hands look a lot different now, as does the rest of me (and hubby). Our marriage is also different after 27-years. It is stronger and better, the older it gets. In another post, on another day, I will tell you my theory on why that happens.
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