Friday, May 29, 2009


The new supermarket near our house uses all the cutting edge grocery technology. There's an automatic mister in the produce section ... but just before it comes on, you hear the low rumble of distant thunder and an aroma like fresh rain fills that corner of the store.

As you approach the dairy case, you hear cows softly lowing and you can smell freshly cut hay.

Down the canned vegetable aisle you can hear a hoe overturning the dirt and smell a good, earthy loam as you gaze at the corn and carrots and beans.

Down the bread aisle you get the aroma of freshly baked bread and can hear the sounds of a bakery hard at work.

I don't buy toilet paper there anymore.


[adapted from Charlie's Chuckles and Net 153s Smile A Day by Mark Raymond]

This comes from marks musings email. His blog at


A Jewish rabbi and a Catholic priest met at the town's annual 4th of July picnic. Old friends, they began their usual banter.


"This baked ham is really delicious," the priest teased the rabbi. "You really ought to try it. I know it's against your religion, but I can't understand why such a wonderful food should be forbidden! You don't know what you're missing. You just haven't lived until you've tried Mrs. Hall's prized Virginia Baked Ham. Tell me, Rabbi, when are you going to break down and try it?"


The rabbi looked at the priest with a big grin, and said, "At your wedding."


[forwarded by Laurie Bowman]

This comes from Mikey’s funnies at





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