Saturday, September 20, 2008

Good Morning......Are you ready for a new weekend ?.................







Apple pie with a scoop of ice cream...is good for breakfast?





Yep !....mmm good.......................................................................




Hold that pie...We're on our way.................................................






Kinda messy with no fork..............................................................




No pie for us, we just want the apples, thank you!......................




You guys are nuts ! !......................................................................



Having raised a large family, my mother cooked everything in battalion-size batches.

So when my newly married brother, Fred requested her chop-suey recipe, she experimented for two weeks with the ingredients in order to cut the dish down for the honeymooners.

"Thanks for the recipe, Mom," "Ron wrote home.

"The first thing we did was triple it so we would have plenty of leftovers!"

During a beautiful fall afternoon, I was attending an 'Autumn Festival'. Just as I stopped to listen to a folk singer, a group of exhibitors, dragging out tools and sawhorses, began setting up their display booth nearby.

All their shouting and hammering made it difficult to enjoy the music.

The noise they made got louder and even more obnoxious and intrusive as time went on.


Finally, to everyone's relief, they completed the construction.

As a finishing touch, they hung a sign on their booth. It read "Silent Auction."

We visited our newly married daughter, who was preparing her first thanksgiving dinner.

I noticed the turkey thawing in the kitchen sink with a dish drainer inverted over the bird.

I asked why a drainer covered the turkey.


Our daughter turned to my wife and said, "Mom, you always did it that way."


"Yes," my wife replied, "but you don't have a cat!"

A man came into the flower shop and asked to have a dozen carnations delivered to his mother-in-law.

He also requested that a card with the initials "R. E." be placed somewhere in the bouquet.

After he left, my boss came over to me and said, "I've never seen that before--

an 'R. E.'-in-carnation."

"What time was I born?" eight-year old wyatt asked his father Mark.

He replied, "A few minutes after four in the morning."

Wyatt said, "How come you and Mommy were up so late?"

"Because we were waiting for you."

That was a happy time for you, right Daddy?"

"The very best."

"Then let me stay up until four in the morning, so you can be really happy again."

Red meat is not bad for you......... Fuzzy green meat is bad for you.



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