
When the grave site service had no more than terminated, there was a tremendous burst of thunder accompanied by a distant lightning bolt and more rumbling thunder. The little old man said to the Pastor, “Well, she’s there.”
What’s it called
Teacher: Now, children, if I saw a man beating a donkey and stopped him, what virtue would I be showing?
Boy: Brotherly love.
Foot Snuggle
On a chilly winter evening, my husband and I were snuggled together on the floor watching television. During a commercial break, he reached over and gave my foot a gentle squeeze.
“Mmmmm,” I said. “That’s so sweet.”
“Actually,” he admitted sheepishly, “I thought that was the remote.”



