I think we all need some laughs

Saw this on Facebook: While working for an organization that delivers lunches to elderly shut-ins, I used to take my 4-year-old daughter on my afternoon rounds. She was unfailingly intrigued by the various appliances of old age, particularly the canes, walkers and wheelchairs. One day I found her staring at a pair of false teeth soaking in a glass. As I braced myself for the inevitable barrage of questions, she merely turned and whispered, ‘The tooth fairy will never believe this!’

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  1. chrissythehyphenated

    Hey, I found some good news!

    Baltimore Ravens offensive lineman Matt Birk is pro-life — so when it came time for the Ravens to visit President Barack Obama for the annual congratulations to the Super Bowl winners, he decided not to go.

    http://www.lifenews.com/2013/06/06/baltimore-ravens-player-skips-white-house-visit-because-obama-backs-abortion/

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  2. Thanks for the giggles! It is raining like the dickens here today, so I am coming in from the storm, so to speak, to cook. It is becoming a rare occurrence in this household, unless there is a party coming up.

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  3. she merely turned and whispered, ‘The tooth fairy will never believe this!’

    🙂

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  4. For reasons that I don’t remember, one of my kids had to have a urine test done at the doctor’s office when he was around 5 years old.

    The nurse handed him the cup and told him to go into the bathroom and pee in the cup. With a very shocked face, he looked at the nurse and said pretty loudly and incredulously:

    “You want me to drink my wee-wee?!”

    The entire place busted up laughing. 🙂

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    • chrissythehyphenated

      LOL!!

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    • chrissythehyphenated

      Reminds me of a story my mom used to tell about my brother who was being tested for lazy eye at about that same age.

      The lady said to him, “Tell me when you see the rain hit the roses.” Bro said, “They’re not roses; they’re violets.” The lady ignored him and repeated her direction about rain and roses, at which point my brother yelled, “THEY’RE VIOLETS!”

      Mom said he was right and I am sure she was. My parents were both gardeners. We used to joke about how Pop’s roses ate better than we kids did, he lavished so much care on them.

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      • My parents were really into gardening, and when I was little they taught me the proper (as opposed to colloquial) names for different flowers. When I was about five, I heard a neighbor lady refer to a certain flower as a “moss rose.” Horrified at her ignorance, I said, “They’re not moss rose, they’re portulaca!”

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        • chrissythehyphenated

          LOL I also had no idea what “moss rose” was, having been taught to call them portulaca. But I think that most of the other plants my folks grew I knew by their common names.

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          • I was in my twenties before I heard someone refer to violas as “Johnny Jump-Ups.” I almost lost it. I soon learned that was a common term for them, but I had never heard it as a child. They were always violas to me.

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  5. When my eldest daughter was a little girl, she had a gray tabby cat named Bertha (named for Bertha’s Kitty Boutique) and a Russian dwarf hamster named Millie (short for Ludmilla). Millie was an escape artist, and Bertha was a former barn cat who had been an excellent mouser before having been adopted by my daughter. One day Millie escaped from her cage and was at large for a couple of days. Though we saw her scurrying around the house, it was impossible for any of us to catch her, as she could move very fast and could squeeze through impossibly tiny holes and cracks. I was pretty sure she was doomed to end up as a midnight snack for Bertha.

    Very early one morning, while my daughter was still in bed, she heard a horrible yowling sound outside her bedroom door. She got up and opened the door, and there was Bertha, holding Millie gently in her mouth, the way a mother cat holds a kitten. My daughter held out her hand and the cat dropped the hamster, completely unharmed, into her hand. We were all flabbergasted. Needless to say, Bertha won the title of Best Cat Ever. She’s been in kitty heaven for many years now, but we still talk about her and the day she retrieved the escaped hamster.

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    • chrissythehyphenated

      BEST. CAT. EVER!! (I’ve got goosebumps!)

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    • GP

      Love that story.
      We had mice in our old house and I had a gray cat who was always catching them and a white cat who would just follow her around when she was on the hunt, kind of like a fan. One time this mouse got upstairs and the two cats were chasing it around. I was standing on the couch of course, being a typical female, scared of the mouse. They got the thing cornered in the dining room and the mouse ran right up to the white cat and stood there as if to be saying “Help!”. The white cat did not move. He was such a pushover he would not hurt a mouse!
      I did get off the couch long enough to grab my camera and I have a picture of the mouse and cat just staring at each other.
      Eventually the gray cat did her duty.
      And that is the end of this mouse tale.

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      • That’s so funny! I’d love to see that picture!

        I have a houseful of strictly-indoor cats and grandcats now (my kids were all great at rescuing strays, but not so great at taking them with them when they grew up and moved out)… and I don’t think any of my current collection would hesitate to nail any small animal that was stupid enough to come inside. We’ve had mice, chipmunks, bats, toads, and even a flying squirrel get into our house — we have no idea how they get in, or we would plug the hole — and if we can get to them before the cats do, we always catch them and release them outdoors. Every once in a while we catch one of the cats with a still-living animal in its mouth, and when we do, we take it outside and one of us holds the cat while another pries its jaws open. This really ticks them off, and no doubt the small creature whose life we just saved eventually becomes dinner for an owl or a fox… but owls and foxes need to eat too, and I hate finding body parts of dismembered mice in my house!

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    • Amazing stories. Good stuff!

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