|NICE TO BE IN A FOREST OUT OF TODAY'S ICY COLD WIND|
|LAKE HURON WATERS WERE ROUGH THIS MORNING|
|THIS TRAIL DOES HAVE A NAME BUT OF COURSE I HAVE FORGOT WHAT IT IS|
|IS THAT THE HEAD OF A PYTHON I SEE THERE|
|VEGITATION MIGHT NEED A BIT OF TRIMMING HERE SOON|
|LOOKS LIKE THE OLD BRIDGE IS ABOUT TO BE REPLACED|
Rummaging around in the top of my closet today I found four pairs of neatly folded pants I forgot I had. No idea how long they have been up there and I have no recollection of ever putting them there. Called in our head investigator and even she did not recognise the three pairs of blue jeans and one pair of dress pants. I tried them all on and found one pair too big, one pair too small, one pair Okay if I squeeze a bit and one pair just right.
GROANER'S CORNER:(( The preacher was wired for sound with a lapel mike, and as he preached, he moved briskly about the platform, jerking the mike cord as he went. Then he moved to one side, getting wound up in the cord and nearly tripping before jerking it again. After several circles and jerks, a little girl in the third pew leaned toward her mother and whispered, "If he gets loose, will he hurt us?"
The Captain called the Sergeant in. "Sarge, I just got a telegram that Private Jones' mother died yesterday. Better go tell him and send him in to see me." So the Sergeant calls for his morning formation and lines up all the troops. "Listen up, men," says the Sergeant. "Johnson, report to the mess hall for KP. Smith, report to Personnel to sign some papers. The rest of you men report to the Motor Pool for maintenance. Oh by the way, Jones, your mother died, report to the commander." Later that day the Captain called the Sergeant into his office. "Hey, Sarge, that was a pretty cold way to inform Jones his mother died. Couldn't you be a bit more tactful, next time?" "Yes, sir," answered the Sarge. A few months later, the Captain called the Sergeant in again with, "Sarge, I just got a telegram that Private McGrath's mother died. You'd better go tell him and send him in to see me. This time be more tactful." So the Sergeant calls for his morning formation. "Ok, men, fall in and listen up." "Everybody with a mother, take two steps forward." "Not so fast, McGrath!"