Down Hummingbird Lane

Good Morning ...everyone..... I guess I an't doing too good....
only three or four readers every day.....thats bad.......
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Yeh.....it's raining on my head too...........
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Even the one I bet on is last.....oh well, A day late and a dollar short!

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I don't know if I would try that..........

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A right sized cow.....Here they call them Oxen........but he-she is big.....

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A wolf is hiding in sheeps clothing........

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Cat hiding out.............

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Congress......

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~~~ I'm bald, well, balding.

I like to say "balding" because it sounds more productive.

And I don't like to say I'm losing my hair, because that makes it sound like had I been more responsible, this wouldn't have happened.

"Where's your hair?"

I lost it.

You know me.

Where are my keys?"

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~~~ Dale Berra, Pittsburgh Pirate shortstop and son of noted linguist Yogi Berra, on comparisons between him and his father.

"Our similarities are different."

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~~~ I didn't know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her.

I would point out something and ask what color it was.

She would tell me and was always correct.
It was fun for me, so I continued.

At last she headed for the door, saying sagely, "Grandpa, I think you should try to figure out some of these yourself!"

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~~~ As I was trying to pack for vacation, my 3- year-old daughter was having a wonderful time playing on the bed.

At one point, she said, "Daddy, look at this," and stuck out two of her fingers.

Trying to keep her entertained, I reached out and stuck her fingers in my mouth and said "Daddy's gonna eat your fingers," pretending to eat them before I rushed out of the room again. When I returned, my daughter was standing on the bed staring at her fingers with a devastated look on her face and tears running down her face.

I said, "What's wrong honey?"

Sad and broken up, she looked at me and said, "Daddy, where are my boogers?".

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~~~ Teacher: How did you get that lump on your head?

Pete: I got hit by some beans.

Teacher: How could some little beans give you such a big lump?

Pete: They were still in the can.

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~~~ The teacher was giving her first grade class a quiz on counting. Carol got things started by counting to ten.

"Now, Al," said the teacher, "you take over by beginning with 11."

"11, 14, 23, 42, 36," said Al.

"What kind of counting is that?" asked the teacher.

"Who's counting?" replied Al.

"I'm calling signals."

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Todays thoughts: Tell me what you need, and I'll tell you how to get along without it.

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