The other day as I was leaving the house I reminded John that there was leftover sausage gravy in the frig and biscuits in the bread box. When I returned home a couple hours later I saw the biscuits abandoned on a plate. John was complaining that it didn't taste good and moaned about being poisoned. I was puzzled that the food had gone bad that quickly. As he reached past me to dump the plate's contents into the trash I stuck a finger into the "gravy" and tasted it. Wait a minute. That's not gravy! John, that's the sour cream vegetable dip! (Connie's true story)
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Three sisters, ages 92, 94 and 96 live in a house together. One night the 96-year-old draws a bath, puts her foot in and pauses. She yells down the stairs, "Was I getting in or out of the bath?" The 94-year-old yells back, "I don't know, I'll come up and see." She starts up the stairs and pauses; then she yells, "Was I going up the stairs or coming down?" The 92-year-old was sitting at the kitchen table having tea, listening to her sisters. She shakes her head and says, "I sure hope I never get that forgetful." She knocks on wood for good measure. She then yells, "I'll come up and help both of you as soon as I see who's at the door."
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