Well, my dad came through his gall bladder surgery with flying colors, as you can read in Sunday's post. Thanks for all your good thoughts and kind prayers. I'm sure they helped.
This is my wedding anniversary week (the actual day is Wednesday), and traditionally that means I engage in a week of "Gender Wars" posts. I do try to be fair about it, though, so if you get offended by one day's post, wait for another to see the flip side of the coin. Or so I hope, at least.
Ladies, new research indicates that you spend 136 days of your life just getting ready to look good for a night out on the town. That's 3,276 hours.
Guys spend about a third of that time.
A young Scottish lad and lassie were sitting together on a low stone wall, just gazing out over the loch.
For several minutes they sat quietly, then finally the girl looked over at the boy and said, "A penny for your thoughts, Angus."
"Uh, well, I was thinkin' perhaps it's aboot time that we held onta hands."
The girl blushed and slowly took his hand into hers. Then he blushed. Then they gazed out o'er the loch again.
After awhile the girl spoke again, saying, "Another penny for your thoughts, Angus."
"Well, uh, I was thinkin' perhaps it's aboot time for a wee cuddle."
The girl blushed, and then they hugged, and then he blushed, and then they sat with his arm around her, watching the loch.
After another short time the girl said softly, "Another penny for your thoughts, Angus."
"Uh, well, this time I was thinkin' it's aboot time for a wee kiss."
The girl blushes, then leans over and kisses him. Then he blushes. Then they continue staring out at the loch.
In due time, the girls says once more, "Another penny for your thoughts, Angus."
"Well, this time me thoughts are a wee bit more serious."
The girl blushes in anticipation of his next request and whispers, "Really?"
The air hangs heavy with anticipation when suddenly he blurts out, "Do ye nae think it's time ye paid me the first three pennies?"
[from Jumbo Joke]
WORD for YOUR WEEK: Here's an old-fashioned word to go along with a little old-fashioned spooning. The Old English word "faegen" meant "glad." We use it as the word "fain" which means willingly, gladly, pleasingly, and eager. As in, "Mordecai was both busy and happy, for he loved his damsel well, and was fain of her company." Some of you may remember the old hymn, "Beneath the Cross of Jesus" with the line, "I fain would make my stand."
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