A recent church bulletin gave the cowboys' version of the Ten commandmaents.
1. Just one God.
2. Honor yer Ma and Pa.
3. No tellin tales or gossipin.
4. Get yourself to Sunday meetin.
5. Put nothin before God.
6. No foolin around with another fella's gal.
7. No killin.
8. Watch yer mouth.
9. Don't take what ain't yers.
10. Don't be hankerin for yer buddy's stuff.
A farmer's son once defined a farm as a small area of land surrounded by regulations.
A wall hanging advertised in some magazine read, “My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.”
I may order that wall hanging.
Money is only something you need if you don't die.
How many Frenchmen does it take to defend Paris?
No one knows since no Frenchman has ever tried.
What a shock I had this week when my practically new computer (built in 1984) conked out on me.
I then turned to my trusty electric typewriter, (Probably built by Ben Franklin), I turned it on and it nearly blasted me out of the room. My neighbors are probably still wondering what that terrible noise was.
So friends, don't expect much from me very soon. My handwriting isn't what it used to be and neither is my brain.