Moderator: Soñadora
I am with you on this one Rick. Pecan for me.Soñadora wrote:that totally resonated with my inner nerd
by the way, today is pi day
cap10ed wrote:A wee bit of dark humour.
A very old scotsman lay dying in his bed. In death's doorway, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookie wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands.
With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven.
There, spread out on newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table. The aged and withered hand, shaking, made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when he was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.
"Stay out of those," she said. "They're for the funeral.
The Admiral is a keeper Kim. Just keep the spatula hidden.kimbottles wrote:cap10ed wrote:A wee bit of dark humour.
A very old scotsman lay dying in his bed. In death's doorway, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookie wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands.
With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven.
There, spread out on newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table. The aged and withered hand, shaking, made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when he was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.
"Stay out of those," she said. "They're for the funeral.
I just read this to SWMBO, she cringed! But she also laughed out loud........
Orestes Munn wrote:I don't get it.
Lin I’ll have to look up that kitchen tool. Never heard of one. Glad you enjoyed the joke.Lin wrote:Cap10Ed, I enjoyed that one!! Surprised the old Mrs. used a spatula instead of a spurtle, though. :~P
A Scottish friend, gave me a spurtle a couple years ago and I like to use it when cooking my steel cut oatmeal. Prior to receiving it as a gift, I had not heard of a spurtle.
Good contributions in here! : )
cap10ed wrote:Lin I’ll have to look up that kitchen tool. Never heard of one. Glad you enjoyed the joke.Lin wrote:Cap10Ed, I enjoyed that one!! Surprised the old Mrs. used a spatula instead of a spurtle, though. :~P
A Scottish friend, gave me a spurtle a couple years ago and I like to use it when cooking my steel cut oatmeal. Prior to receiving it as a gift, I had not heard of a spurtle.
Good contributions in here! : )