“Funny how a dollar can look so big when you take it to church, and so small when you take it to the store.”
“I don’t make jokes. I just watch the government and report the facts.”
“Experience: A comb life gives you after you lose your hair.”
A man who hadn’t attended church in years suddenly began attending faithfully on Sunday mornings instead of going fishing as was his normal habit.
The pastor was highly gratified and at the end of service one morning told him, “How wonderful it makes me feel to see you at services with your good wife!”
“Well, Preacher,” said the fisherman, “Quite honestly, it’s a matter of choice. I’d much rather hear your sermon than hers.”
A little three-year-old boy is sitting on the toilet. His mother thinks he has been in there too long, so she goes in to see what’s up.
The little boy is sitting on the toilet reading a book. But about every 10 seconds or so he puts the book down, grips onto the toilet seat with his left hand and hits himself on top of the head with his right hand.
His mother says, “Billy, are you all right? You’ve been in there for a while.”
Billy says, “I’m fine, Mommy. I just haven’t gone doody yet.”
Mother says, “Okay, you can stay in there a few more minutes, but Billy, why are you hitting yourself on the head?”
Billy says, “Works for ketchup!”
There was a knock at the door. It was a small boy, about six years old. Something of his had found its way into my garage, he said, and he wanted it back.
Upon opening the garage door, I noticed two additions: a baseball and a broken window sporting a baseball-sized hole.
“How do you suppose this ball got in here?” I asked the boy.
Taking one look at the ball, one look at the window, and one look at me, the boy exclaimed, “Wow! I must have thrown it right through that hole!”
Mary’s fourth grade homework assignment was to make sentences using the words in her spelling list, along with the definition. Coming across the word “frugal” in the list, she asked her father what it meant. He explained that being frugal meant you saved something.
Her paper read:
Frugal: to save
Maid Marion fell into a pit when she went walking in the woods so she yelled for someone to come get her out.
She yelled “Frugal me, Frugal me!”
My husband is wonderful with our baby daughter, but often he turns to me for advice. Recently, I was in the shower when he poked his head in to ask, “What should I feed Lily for lunch?”
“That’s up to you,” I replied. “There’s all kinds of food. Why don’t you pretend I’m not at home?”
A few minutes later, my cell phone rang. I answered it to hear my husband asking, “Yeah, hi, Honey. Uh…what should I feed Lily for lunch?”
My teenager was headed to school one morning when I told him that the neck tag on his shirt was hanging out.
“I know,” he replied. “It’s a fad me and some of the guys started.”
Weeks later, as the style persisted, I commented, “I can’t stand it! Every time I see that, I want to fix it for you.”
I gently tucked the tag in place and rumpled his hair.
“Yeah,” he said smiling slyly. “All the girls do, too.”
While standing watch in the Coast Guard station in Juneau, Alaska, I got a call from the Navy in the city of Adak. They had lost contact with one of their planes, and they needed the Coast Guard to send an aircraft to go find it.
I asked the man where the Navy aircraft had last been spotted so we would know where to search.
“I can’t tell you,” the Navy man said. “That’s classified.”