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.
♥ Aloha ♥
photo credit: Falling leaves I via photopin (license)
This Christmas will be WAY happier for me than last years Gray Christmas.
How do I know? Because I will be with my girls this year. When I say “my girls” I’m talking about my daughter and her two daughters, in case somehow you missed their mention in previous posts. (welcome newcomer 😉 )
I have spent hours wrapping gifts and I’m only 1/2 done with all the things I got for my girls. Hubby may pass out when the Visa bill comes, but I’ll worry about that next year. If he complains I will have to remind him (again) that it’s his toys that cost the most around here. But that’s a whole different story…
Those who know hubby and I have 2 boys might be thinking, “Hey! What about the boys?”. Don’t worry. They are not forgotten. We usually celebrate with them after the actual holiday so we can have them to ourselves (long story). We like to stay up late and play cards, which is an option because the guys have not seen fit to provide any grandchildren for me to spoil. Just sayin’.
Because of the visions of sugar plums and all that dancing through my head this week I doubt there will be room for any inspirational writing to post, so I will pass along my sincere wishes for everyone now. Since I’m in the neighborhood anyway.
Here’s wishing snow, family, toys, and whatever brings you Christmas happiness!!
Dang, that 2nd half sucked yesterday! Not if you were a Cardinal’s fan I suppose. But I have every confidence that coach Harbaugh and the Niner’s will learn from their mistakes, get Patrick Willis healthy again, and be a major force for the Steeler’s to reckon with next Monday. I mean MAJOR FORCE!
Being the 49er fan that I am, I could not resist outfitting my granddaughters with NFL approved winter sportswear. I don’t even have cool winter sportswear. I do have an official 50th anniversary 49er’s jersey, however. I got it when I tried out for the team. Well, kinda. But that’s not the point…
When I was at the check stand (if your store sponsored me, it could be plugged here…) the clerk says, “Your grandson’s will love these!”. I smiled and corrected her, saying “I have granddaughters”. The clerk, a girl herself, seemed shocked and didn’t say another word to me.
As I drove home I heard on the radio (your station could be here…) about their fabulous 49er game coverage coming up and then adding “Guys! Stay tuned for how to win tickets to Monday night’s game against the Steeler’s”. Only a minor irritation compared to television.
Hey! All you major networks (your network , etc….) out there. You need to find other sponsors for Football games. There’s a lot more to life than Big Ass Trucks and Beer. And please up the level of intelligence on the advertisements. Especially the holiday ones. Just because we watch football does not mean we have low IQ’s!
I feel better now.