Sometimes you’ve just got to laugh. I hope you enjoy!
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A very old man 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 upon 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 it's 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.”
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Saturday, November 29
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3 comments:
Tracy,
Okay, I will try to remember this to tell my wife at dinner tonight. Not that I want to give her any ideas.
Larry E
Wow...it does kinda go with the comic on my blog.
Hope you had a blessed Thanksgiving:)
lol ahaha...I feel sorry for the old man...
just dropping by Tracy..
blessings to yoU!
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