ManxMamma sent me these charming pictures of two unusual friends. The deer visits the cat every morning in a garden in Harrisburg, PA. The owner took the pictures and the story has found its way into the internet...
Thank you, ManxMamma.
Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
Monday, 5 March 2012
This priest never lies...
Tumbleweed sent me this joke:
An attractive young woman on a flight from Ireland asked the Priest beside her,
'Father, may I ask a favour?'
'Of course child. What may I do for you?'
'Well, I bought my mother an expensive hair dryer for her birthday. It is unopened but well over the Customs limits and I'm afraid they'll confiscate it. Is there any way you could carry it through customs for me? Hide it under your robes perhaps?'
'I would love to help you, dear, but I must warn you, I will not lie.'
'With your honest face, Father, no one will question you.'
When they got to Customs, she let the priest go first.
The official asked, 'Father, do you have anything to declare?'
'From the top of my head down to my waist I have nothing to declare.'
The official thought this answer strange, so asked, 'And what do you have to declare from your waist to the floor?'
'I have a marvellous instrument designed to be used on a woman, but which is, to date, unused.'
Roaring with laughter, the official said, 'Go ahead, Father. Next!'
Thank you, Tumbleweed.
An attractive young woman on a flight from Ireland asked the Priest beside her,
'Father, may I ask a favour?'
'Of course child. What may I do for you?'
'Well, I bought my mother an expensive hair dryer for her birthday. It is unopened but well over the Customs limits and I'm afraid they'll confiscate it. Is there any way you could carry it through customs for me? Hide it under your robes perhaps?'
'I would love to help you, dear, but I must warn you, I will not lie.'
'With your honest face, Father, no one will question you.'
When they got to Customs, she let the priest go first.
The official asked, 'Father, do you have anything to declare?'
'From the top of my head down to my waist I have nothing to declare.'
The official thought this answer strange, so asked, 'And what do you have to declare from your waist to the floor?'
'I have a marvellous instrument designed to be used on a woman, but which is, to date, unused.'
Roaring with laughter, the official said, 'Go ahead, Father. Next!'
Thank you, Tumbleweed.
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Sunday, 4 March 2012
Married bliss
Peter and I managed to forget our wedding anniversary this year. BOTH of us. But hey, we still love each other!
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Saturday, 3 March 2012
Pirouette, at the cutting edge of fashion
Pirouette had her ladybits doctored on Wednesday and after a couple of rough days she felt perky enough to start biting off the stitches. So we made her a little suit to stop her having access to the area. You can see she's not terribly impressed with her outfit. Pirate didn't think much of it either.
C'est la vie, n'est-ce pas?
C'est la vie, n'est-ce pas?
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