I’m regaining my sense of humor. I lost it somewhere over the past two weeks or so.
I’ve received 4 of the 5 books I ordered from Amazon. That constitutes two-thirds of the total order. The items that Amazon was going to be responsible for are the missing items.
Those, they said, have a due date of 24 Dec. It is interesting that the sub-suppliers got their books here first. Of course, they probably had a smaller customer base to satisfy.
I called the church and they figure it wouldn’t hurt for me to drop off the books, if I wanted to gift wrap them, before Christmas and Pastor promised to hand them out. He didn’t have to promise, it was his idea in the first place.
I was catching up on the papers over coffee this morning. A small item in the corner of the front page caught my eye.
COW-CAR COLLIDE NEAR . . . (small town Ks)
That brought on a mental picture of a cow obeying traffic rules and a car obeying traffic rules and one or the other making a mistake.
It turns out that the cow was doing a Willie Nelson impression and playing on the road again.
It was raining.
The cow was black (yeah, yeah. The human driver was white). (Sheez. This PC stuff is catching).
The paper went on to say that the driver of the car was alright, however the vehicle was totaled, and the cow died as a result of the accident.
Honestly, I’m not a rummy or anything, but I kept waiting, as I read the article, for the reporter to give me the name, age and address of that cow.
No. Really. I did.
He/she, the reporter, give us the cow’s owner, and the town the cow died near. There was no report of who claimed the body.
From the reaches,