Archive for November, 2008
What did you for Thanksgiving?
Did your Hot Hubby get the kids up and make chocolate chip waffles while you slept in till 8am?
Did your little family pile up in mommy and daddy’s bed to snuggle and read books?
Did you cozy up on the couch with a glass of tea and didn’t care that your house looked like this?
Did you show your son some awesome puddles to jump in and your neighbor said “They always get dirty when they are dressed up” and then she looked shocked when you told her he jumped in on your suggestion?
Did you take the token pictures around the table of your dinner guests?
Did your daughter Houdini herself out of her high chair to climb on the dinner table?
Did you sit on (and crush) a little stacking doll that you Grandmother had received as a gift from missionaries in Poland?
Did Auntie Sarah take over and broke a sweat while playing with your kiddos?
Did you sit on (and crush) a little stacking doll that you Grandmother had received as a gift from missionaries in Poland?
Did Auntie Sarah take over and broke a sweat while playing with your kiddos?
Well wishes… Thanksgiving Book… Thanksgiving Joke…
A man in Jacksonville calls his son in San Diego two days before Thanksgiving and says, “I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing. Forty-five years of misery is enough.”
“Pop, what are you talking about?” the son screams.
“We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer,” the father says. “We’re sick of each other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Denver and tell her.”
Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. “Like h*$@ they’re getting divorced,” she shouts, “I’ll take care of this.” She calls Jacksonville immediately, and screams at her father, “You are NOT getting divorced. Don’t do a single thing until I get there. I’m calling my brother back, and we’ll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don’t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?” and hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. “Okay,” he says, “they’re coming for Thanksgiving and paying their own way.”
Mom’s Prayer… by KN
LORD,
Burn in my memory our “do-nothing-days.” Those days when I’m less likely to take a picture. Days when we build blanket forts…
Days when they are just silly…
Days when we pile up on Mommy and Daddy’s bed for a good jump…
Days when we pile up on Mommy and Daddy’s bed for a good jump…









































