And now a laugh break

Posted: August 21, 2009 by datechguy in fun

I’m still in the process of going through my list of Lutheran blogs for reaction to the nonsense in Minnesota. It’s a serious subject but in the course of looking through the blogs I ran into two posts that made me smile. As I need to lighten up a tad I include them here.

The first is from Stormfield Manor:

Many years ago, when I was in grade school, I was watching The Swiss Family Robinson with a family of half a dozen or so friends of ours, homeschoolers. We reached the bit where the girl who you’re still meant to think is a guy at that point is invited to sleep between the two brothers. S/he says s/he’d rather not. The oldest sister, who was four or five years older than I (and on whom I apparently had a crush–I was young enough that I remember very little) said, “Well, I wouldn’t want to sleep between two boys.”

To which I, thinking myself clever, responded, “Well I wouldn’t want to sleep between two girls.”

There was a rather mystifying complete silence.

As I grow older, I realize in more and more dimensions what I actually said.

It makes me laugh at night.

The second is from Susan’s Pendulum:

The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it. The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories.

Kathy said, “My father’s a farmer and we have a lot of egg-laying hens. One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the pickup when we hit a bump in the road and all the eggs went flying and broke and made a mess.”

“And what’s the moral of the story?” asked the teacher.

“Don’t put all your eggs in one basket!” Kathy answered.

“Very good,” said the teacher. Next little Lucy raised a hand and said, “Our family are farmers too. But we raise chickens for the meat market. We had a dozen eggs one time, but when they hatched we only got ten live chicks and the moral to this story is, don’t count your chickens until they’re hatched.”

“That was a fine story, Lucy. Johnny, do you have a story to share?”

“Yes, ma’am, my daddy told me this story about my Uncle Bob. Uncle Bob was a flight engineer in Desert Storm and his plane got hit. He had to bail out over enemy territory and all he had was a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun, and a machete.”

“He drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn’t break, and then he landed right in the middle of 100 enemy troops. He killed seventy of them with the machine gun until he ran out of bullets, then he killed twenty more with the machete till the blade broke, and then he killed the last ten with his bare hands.”

“Good heavens!” said the horrified teacher, “What kind of moral did your daddy tell you from that horrible story?”

“Stay the heck away from Uncle Bob when he’s been drinking!”

I know that God has a sense of humor, the proof is he created man.

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