What Kind of Mind Would Paint a Cabbage? - *Note: The events that follow occurred in June 2007, and I wrote about them later that year. This is the first time I’ve publicly shared this story. For...
2 years ago
I told my mother that everyone hates me. She said I was being ridiculous - everyone hasn't met me yet.
"One thing about modern technology that's a little frustrating is that when you think of a really **cool** password for one of your accounts -- you can't tell anybody!!!"--GG
And then there's this...ReplyDelete
Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by his side. She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face. Her praying roused him from his slumber. He looked up, and his pale lips began to move slightly.
"Becky, my darling," he whispered.
"Hush, my love," she said. "Rest, don't talk."
He was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired voice. "I have something that I must confess."
"There isn't anything to confess," replied the weeping Becky, "everything's alright, go to sleep."
"No, no, I must die in peace, Becky. I... I had an illicit relationship with your sister!"
"I know," whispered Becky, "that's why I poisoned you."
i recall a quote by winston churchill. when a particular woman said if he were her husband she'd poison his tea his retort was that if she were his wife he'd drink it.ReplyDelete
Ol' Winnie was eminently quotableDelete