A good laugh

Today we were going through all the sympathy cards. One in particular brought a laugh to us all. An elderly woman, about mom's age and a longtime friend wrote a touching message and remembered, among other acts of kindness, all the ho-made bread. Well, mom did make some awesome bread but never got called a ho for it.

that's a keeper for sure

spoke with one my brothers at the gathering--supposed to have a high of 8 f--bitter north wind--i suggested s rolling stop at the graveyard--either than or bank 'er in good by a giant drift & wait till it thaws a little---



oh man --did i say that----no--i had that thought out loud


put me on the mailing list for some of that bread

here is also a good laugher---going thru some remote nooks and crannies of my memory banks--fried synapses and all--out popped the old rhyme from grade school--now this one could get you into a scuffle--we used it on whoever was at bat--it goes like this--i'll use me in the name spot

old james dunn was a merry old soul with a buckskin belly and a jelly (or rubber) asshole

usually at this point you are either running ,laughing all the way--or locked in a schoolyard embrace