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We Hold These Truths To Be Self-Evident...
“That by him, and through him, and of him, the worlds are and were created, and the inhabitants thereof are begotten sons and daughters unto God.”
A clip of my favourite Fawlty Towers episode. If you like John Cleese or Monty Python humour, you will like this... made in 1975. I was just a kid at the time but this is as funny now as it was then.
For the Saviour and His undivided attention. For every morning that has no earthquake the night before. For a great husband who puts up with me and pays for my dental work. For kids who will feed me when I'm old and pay for my dental work. For kids who still give their mother kisses before leaving for school. For kids who do stupid funny things that I can blog about. For kids who cook dinner occasionally. For kids who give back rubs. For hummingbirds. For laptops. For jello and ice cream and other soft foods. For hot water and soap. For pot plants. For health and optimism. For toilets that flush themselves. For Moroni. For paper bags. For garlic and salt. For people who consider me their friend. For knitting needles. For visiting teachers who bring dinner. For seeds. For a GPS named Rachel. For a worldwide family. For organic shampoo. For grass and lawn mowers. For ancestry.com. For emergency rooms and patience. For access to information. For faith and gratitude. For toothbrushes. For Hallmark e-cards. For bridges and roads. For pink pyjamas. For treadmills that you can hang stuff on. For sales at Kohls. For fossil fuels. For matching socks. For red nail polish and swivel chairs. For self-deprecating humour. For mothers who blog. For park swings and waterfalls. For Lady Godiva chocolate. For the colour blue. For choices. For cold weather and rain. For kitty litter. For digital cameras. For when the trial is over and I can breathe. For repentance and mercy. For 80s music. For wet wipes. For supermarkets and shopping carts. For good literature. For pain relief. For lessons learned. For ROFL. For paying the electricity bill before disconnection. Just. For Temple work. For blue jeans. For CAPITAL letters. For garage door openers. For green cards to get out of Tijuana with. For school. For a full moon. For BYU tv. For people who look after my children while I'm away having fun. For bicycles. For eyebrows. For table tennis. For scrambled eggs. For uninterrupted afternoon naps. For people who teach me something without knowing it. For Cheryl.
Daughter: Mum tried to throw me off the top of the Empire State Building but there's a fence around it so she couldn't. --------------------
Son: What was Jesus' real name?
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Son: (At the Christmas tree lighting ceremony) What's happening now? Mother: They're about to light the tree. Son: On FIRE? (It's hard to adequately portray the glee with which this was said.) -------------------- Daughter: Who is Tiger Woods?
Mother: He's that famous... Daughter: ...golf ball? --------------------
Sister: May I have some of your cake? Sister: From the bottom of my bottomless stomach... NO. -------------------- Son: (observing the High School classrooms) I know why the windows don't open. So the kids can't escape. -------------------- Son: (upon discovery of contraband in pants pocket) I was just looking at it! Only a gangster would take a cap gun to church! -------------------- Daughter: Hey! You can't copy what I wrote! That's polygamy! -------------------- Daughter: Isn't Mark Twain like, "old" and "dead"? -------------------- Grandmother: I'm 84 but I've got a good life... I've got my family, I've got my friends... Wait, no! All my friends is dead! -------------------- Sister: I'm going to open the door but I'm sitting on the toilet so don't look, ok? Brother: ok Sister: I TOLD YOU NOT TO LOOK! Brother: But you're blocking the view! -------------------- Sister: I spoke to her and she agreed. Sister: Is she awake? Sister: No, I talked to her self-consciously. -------------------- 13 yr old Daughter: What do I do with the bun in the oven? Mother: ...choke... -------------------- Child: It's the shape of a box, only it's round. ---------------------- Child: Can I have some chocolate? Mother: Eat lunch first. Child: I did. Mother: What did you have? Child: Nothing.