Friday happy dance
June 7, 2019
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Happy May Day
May 1, 2019
8 Comments | comfort & joy, musical offerings | Tagged: May Day, spring, The King's Singers | Permalink
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Friday happy dance — Arbor Day edition
April 26, 2019
5 Comments | simple pleasures | Tagged: Arbor Day, dance, Disney, memory lane, spring | Permalink
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Caturday funnies
April 6, 2019
7 Comments | animal crackers | Tagged: cats, Simon's Cat, spring | Permalink
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Happy vernal equinox
March 20, 2019
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Happy May Day
May 1, 2018It was the first of May
A lovely warm spring day
I was strolling down the street in drunken pride;
But my knees were all a-flutter,
And I landed in the gutter
And a pig came up and lay down by my side.
Yes, I lay there in the gutter
Thinking thoughts I could not utter
When a lady passing by did softly say:
“You can tell a man who boozes
By the company he chooses” —
And the pig got up and slowly walked away.
(Author unknown)
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Shovel ready
March 28, 2018An old man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig up his garden and plant vegetables, but the ground was just too hard. His only son was in the state penitentiary. The old man wrote a letter to his son:
Dear Fred,
I’m feeling sad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my garden this year. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.
Love,
Dad
A few days later he received a letter from his son:
Dear Dad,
Whatever you do, don’t dig up that garden — that’s where I buried the bodies!
Love,
Fred
Early the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.
Later that day the old man received another letter from his son:
Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant your garden now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love,
Fred
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