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Posted on 09/01/2011 1:15:08 AM PDT by JustAmy
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Beautiful tribute to your wonderful Daddy...Thank you for sharing.
(((HUGS)))
Soooo cute, teenie.
Thank you, Dear Friend, for your kind words.
Thank you so much for your kind words and prayers.
Thank you, dear Amy, For your words and prayers and lovely graphic.
(((hugs)))
Thank you, Sweet FRiend, for your prayers and wonderful music!
(((hugs)))
What a wonderful tribute to your Daddy.
Prayers of comfort for you and family.
Thank You, Dear Friend. Your kind words are a great comfort to me. His wish is to be buried in Bourne Veterans Cemetery.
(((hugs)))
Love
ML
I have been involved in the political election race and making graphics and have neglected even my email.
I've thought of those of you in Texas with the horrible fires and I've thought of those of you who are ill, and keep you in my prayers.
It's time to cook dinner and I'm looking forward to watching the debates tonight. Take care all of you!!
My pleasure, and my prayers will continue!
The video was such a treat, Yorkie!! Thank you!
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Darling graphic, Teenie! Thank you!
Dumb Joke
Going to the Dogs
When our client’s dog lapped up anti-freeze, the veterinarian I work for ordered a unique treatment: an IV drip mixing fluids with vodka. “Go buy the cheapest bottle you can find,” he told me.
At the liquor store, I was uneasy buying cheap booze so early in the day, and I felt compelled to explain things to the clerk.
“Believe it or not,” I said, “this is for a sick dog.”
As I was leaving, the next customer plunked down two bottles of muscatel and announced, “These are for my cats.”
Thank you!
While doing renovations in our house, one of the workmen paused to look at a flattering photo of me wearing makeup and a fancy gown. I heard him let out a low whistle and ask my son, Joshua, “Who’s that?”
“That’s my mom,” Joshua answered. “Wow,” the man said, “my mother doesn’t look like that.”
“Yeah,” my son said, “well, neither does mine.”
One of my fourth graders asked my teacher’s assistant, “How old are you, Mrs. Glass?”
“You should never ask an adult’s age,” I broke in. “That’s okay.” Harriett smiled. “I’m fifty.”
“Wow, you don’t look that old,” the boy said. I was breathing a sigh of relief when another child chimed in, “Parts of her do.”
Knowing the Territory
It was my friend’s first camping trip with her husband, and they were lost. He tried all the usual tactics to determine direction—moss on the trees (there was none), direction of the sun (it was overcast), and so on. Just as she began to panic, he spotted a cabin in the distance. “This way,” he said as he led her back to their camp.
“How did you do that?” my friend asked.
“Simple. In this part of the country, the satellite dishes point south.”
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