Friend

Let me tell you of good fortune.



You have a friend!

As I alluded to on my May 4th post, my friend Pat does most of the work making what I put together look nice for you the reader.

I also noted on my Monday post about using the word busy which you should never point out if it jumps up and bites you.

I will refrain from saying how busy I have been Tuesday and Wednesday, but will point out that my brother and his son arrived for a visit Tuesday for the rest of the week.

So while not busy, I am somewhat consumed and therefore writing a daily blog becomes a little overwhelming.

A friend actually noticed how overwhelmed I would be and before I said anything she stepped right up and said, "Since I am your editor I know what you would write so let me lighten your load."

That's right, my editor Pat did just that and the Tuesday and Wednesday party posts were her handiwork.

Nice job on the posts and many many thanks Pat for stepping in so all my readers out there have something good to read and see.

I had to come back today otherwise all you readers would demand Pat take over.


Today I will leave you with these:

I attended a wedding not too long ago and you will not believe what happened.

All eyes were on the radiant bride as her father escorted her down the aisle.

They reached the altar and the waiting groom; the bride kissed her father and placed something in his hand.

The guests in the front pews responded with ripples of laughter. Even the priest smiled broadly.

As her father gave her away in marriage, the bride gave him back his credit card.


And for my closer:

My friend Wally and I were talking the other day and he asked me the following:

"Wag, when you die and are lying there in your casket and your friends are mourning over you, what would you like them to say?"

"Wally," I said, "I'd like them to say, 'Look, he's moving!'"


If I'm moving Friday I'll be here. Will you?