I picked up my good buddy Richard at 8:30 this morning and we were off on another country road coffee tour. In the next two and a half hours there was not more than a ten second pause between us in our fast flowing conversation. And by golly we even stopped and took ourselves for a walk in a gravel pit.
|HEY WE EVEN SPOTTED THE 'FREEDO VANDITO' NORTH OF GODERICH THIS MORNING|
|NICE LITTLE RIG BUT WE SENSED THERE WAS JUST TOO MUCH FIXING UP FOR US TO CONTEND WITH....GREAT FOR A HANDYMAN|
|BEAUTIFUL SKIES TO AND FROM LISTOWEL TODAY AND WE DID RUN INTO ABOUT FIVE MINUTES OF RAIN|
The wise old Mother Superior from county Tipperary was dying. The nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her comfortable. They gave her some warm milk to drink, but she refused it. Then one nun took the glass back to the kitchen. Remembering a bottle of Irish whiskey received as a gift the previous Christmas, she opened and poured a generous amount into the warm milk. Back at Mother Superior's bed, she held the glass to her lips. Mother Superior drank a little, then a little more. Before they knew it, she had drunk the whole glass down to the last drop. "Mother", the nuns pleaded, "Please give us some wisdom before you die". She raised herself up in bed with a pious look on her face and said, "Don't sell that cow".