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"You Must Be A Saint" Monday
#1 · February 19, 2006, 12:12 pm
Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>
"You Must Be A Saint"
Two women were discussing marriage, and one said, "We've
been married twenty-five years, and every night my
husband has complained about the food. Not one night
without complaining about the food."
been married twenty-five years, and every night my
husband has complained about the food. Not one night
without complaining about the food."
The other woman said, "That's awful. Doesn't it bother
you?"
you?"
The first one said, "Not in the slightest."
Said the other woman, "You must be a saint!"
To which, the first woman replied, "No. Why should I
object? Many people don't like the food they cook."
object? Many people don't like the food they cook."
"Couple Descriptions"
Even mismatched couples may described kindly.
1. He's a chiropractor, and she is a pain in the neck.
2. He's a funny old goat, and she's a great kidder.
3. He doesn't have a dollar, and she has no sense.
4. He sells balloons for a living, and she's full of hot air.
5. He's bow-legged, and she's as straight as an arrow.
6. She's a math teacher, and he's a guy with a lot of problems.
"One Last Cookie"
This elderly man was at home, dying in bed.
He smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate
chip cookies baking. He wanted one last cookie
before he died. He fell out of bed, crawled to the
landing, rolled down the stairs, and crawled into
the kitchen where his wife was busily baking
cookies. With waning strength he crawled to the
table and was just barely able to lift his withered
arm to the cookie sheet.
chip cookies baking. He wanted one last cookie
before he died. He fell out of bed, crawled to the
landing, rolled down the stairs, and crawled into
the kitchen where his wife was busily baking
cookies. With waning strength he crawled to the
table and was just barely able to lift his withered
arm to the cookie sheet.
As he grasped a warm, moist, chocolate chip
cookie, his favorite kind, his wife suddenly
whacked his hand with a spatula.
cookie, his favorite kind, his wife suddenly
whacked his hand with a spatula.
"Why did you do that?" he whispered.
"They're for the funeral" she replied.
Have a Blessed Day
Dave and Barbara
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