Assignment
When my granddaughter, Ann, was 9-years-old, she was given an assignment by her teacher to write a story on “Where my family came from.” The purpose was to understand your genealogy.
I was not aware of her assignment when she asked me at the dining room table one night, “Grandma, where did I come from?”
I responded quite nervously because my son and daughter-in-law were out of town and I was stalling until they returned home, “Well, honey, the stork brought you.”
“Where did Mom come from then?”
“The stork brought her, too.”
“OK, then where did you come from?”
“The stork brought me too, dear.”
“Okay, thanks, Grandma.”
I did not think anything more about it until two days later when I was cleaning Ann’s room and read the first sentence of her paper, “For three generations there have been no natural births in our family.”
Caught Deacons
Two rural church deacons who were having a sociable beer in the local tavern when they saw their minister drive by and take a good long look at their pickup trucks parked outside.
One deacon ducked down and said, “I hope the reverend didn’t see us or recognize my pickup.”
The other replied indifferently, “What difference does it make? God knows we’re in here… and he’s the only one who counts.”
The first deacon answered, “Yeah, but God won’t tell my wife.”
New prescription
A distraught senior citizen phoned her doctor’s office.
“Is it true,” she wanted to know, “that the medication you prescribed has to be taken for the rest of my life?”
“Yes, I’m afraid so,” the doctor told her.
There was a moment of silence before the senior lady replied, “I’m wondering, then, just how serious is my condition because this prescription is marked ‘NO REFILLS’!”
