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Works You Would Like Us To Know / Senior Moment
« on: March 23, 2023, 10:54:40 am »An elderly husband and wife noticed that they were beginning to forget many little things around the house. They were afraid that this could be dangerous, as one of them may accidentally forget to turn off the stove and thus cause a fire. So, they decided to go see their physician to get some help. Their physician told them that many people their age find it useful to write themselves little notes as reminders. The elderly couple thought this sounded wonderful, and left the doctor’s office very pleased with the advice.
When they got home, the wife said, “Dear, will you please go to the kitchen and get me a dish of ice cream? And why don’t you write that down so you won’t forget?”
“Nonsense,” said the husband, “I can remember a dish of ice cream!”
“Well,” said the wife, “I’d also like some strawberries on it. You better write that down, because I know you’ll forget.”
“Don’t be silly,” replied the husband. “A dish of ice cream and some strawberries. I can remember that!”
“OK, dear, but I’d like you to put some whipped cream on top. Now you’d really better write it down now. You’ll forget,” said the wife.
“Come now, my memory’s not all that bad,” said the husband. “No problem–a dish of ice cream with strawberries and whipped cream.”
With that, the husband shut the kitchen door behind him. The wife could hear him getting out pots and pans, and making some noise inconsistent with his preparing a dish of ice cream, strawberries, and whipped cream. He emerged from the kitchen about 15 minutes later.
Walking over to his wife, he presented her with a plate of bacon and eggs. The wife took one look at the plate, glanced up at her husband and said, “Hey, where’s the toast?
[font="Open Sans", Arial, sans-serif]The Plop[/font]
[font="Open Sans", Arial, sans-serif]There was once a Canadian bird who decided he didn’t want to fly south for the winter. He decided it was nonsense to go all the way down south when he could just stay right where he was at. So he stayed behind. Well after awhile, it got kind of cold. Finally, he could take it no more and decided to fly south after all. As he was flying through the air, ice began to form on his wings to the point where he could no longer fly so he glided down and landed in a barnyard.
So here is the bird, he’s half frozen in a barnyard and at the point of death. About that time along comes a cow who walks right over the bird and drops a “plop” on him. Now the bird is really disgusted. He’s half frozen, dying, and now he has this “plop” on him. After a short time though, the ice begins to melt off of the bird. He starts to get warm under that “plop.” He begins to think to himself, “It’s getting warm. I’m going to live! I’m going to live!” Then right there underneath that “plop” he starts to sing little bird songs> He’s now happy once again.
About that time a cat comes along and hears this noise coming from underneath this “plop.” He moves the stuff off the bird and eats the bird.
There are three morals to the story:
1. Not everyone who drops a “plop” on you is necessarily your enemy
2. Not everyone who moves it off of you is necessarily your friend
3. And if someone does drop a “plop” on you, keep your mouth shut.[/font]
[font="Open Sans", Arial, sans-serif]There was once a Canadian bird who decided he didn’t want to fly south for the winter. He decided it was nonsense to go all the way down south when he could just stay right where he was at. So he stayed behind. Well after awhile, it got kind of cold. Finally, he could take it no more and decided to fly south after all. As he was flying through the air, ice began to form on his wings to the point where he could no longer fly so he glided down and landed in a barnyard.
So here is the bird, he’s half frozen in a barnyard and at the point of death. About that time along comes a cow who walks right over the bird and drops a “plop” on him. Now the bird is really disgusted. He’s half frozen, dying, and now he has this “plop” on him. After a short time though, the ice begins to melt off of the bird. He starts to get warm under that “plop.” He begins to think to himself, “It’s getting warm. I’m going to live! I’m going to live!” Then right there underneath that “plop” he starts to sing little bird songs> He’s now happy once again.
About that time a cat comes along and hears this noise coming from underneath this “plop.” He moves the stuff off the bird and eats the bird.
There are three morals to the story:
1. Not everyone who drops a “plop” on you is necessarily your enemy
2. Not everyone who moves it off of you is necessarily your friend
3. And if someone does drop a “plop” on you, keep your mouth shut.[/font]