Fun Friday with a little help from my friends

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A Story All Women Will Enjoy! Thank you Monica

THE BOTTLE OF WINE

For all of you who are married, were married, wish you were married or wish you were not married, this is something to smile about the next time you see a bottle of wine:


Sally was driving home from one of her business trips, in Northern Arizona , when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road. As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the Navajo woman if she would like a ride.


With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car.
Resuming the journey, Sally tried - in vain - to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo woman. The old woman just sat silently, looking intently at everything she saw, studying every little detail, until she noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Sally.


"What in bag?" asked the old woman.

Sally looked down at the brown bag and said: "It's a bottle of wine. I got it for my husband."


The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two. Then, speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said:

"Good trade . . ."
(Sorry fellas - it was just too cute).

IF WOMEN ONLY TRUSTED THEIR HUSBANDS!!

There comes a time when a woman just has to trust her

husband...

For example...A wife comes home late at night, and quietly opens the door to her bedroom. From under the blanket she sees four legs instead of two. She reaches for a baseball bat and starts hitting the blanket as hard as she can.

Leaving the covered bodies groaning, she goes to the
kitchen to have a drink.

As she enters, she sees her husband there, reading a magazine.

"Hi Darling", he says, "Your parents have come to visit us, so l let them stay in our bedroom. Did you say "hello"?

thanks kelly

 
Ever  walk into a room with some purpose in mind, only  to completely forget what that purpose was? 

Turns out, doors themselves are to blame for  these strange memory  lapses.

Psychologists  at the University of Notre Dame have discovered  that passing through a doorway triggers what's  known as an event boundary in the mind,  separating one set of thoughts and memories from  the next.Your brain files away the thoughts you  had in the previous room and prepares a blank  slate for the new locale.

Thank goodness  for studies like this. It's not our age, it's  that darn  door!
Thanks Myra.

 

Limo back in the old west

And this one is a little bad - so  you can skip!

A Priest was presenting a special children's mass to the congregation.

During the message, he asked the children if they knew what the

resurrection was.

Now, asking questions during children's mass is crucial, but at the same

time, asking the children questions in front of a congregation can also be

very dangerous.


Having asked the children if they knew the meaning of the resurrection,

a little boy raised his hand. The Priest called on him and the little boy

said, "All I know is that if you have a resurrection that lasts more than four

hours you are supposed to call the doctor."


It took over ten minutes for the congregation to settle down enough from

their laughter for mass to be continued.

Thank you Ann from Anne'ssnapeditandcraff and Jerry from Asthecrackerheadcrumbles.

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