Monday, February 2, 2009

learn to crochet

I got this as an email, and perhaps you've read it, but I've been thinking of hauling out my knitting needles just so I can make it through a TV show and all the channel changes without stomping out angry. Take last Saturday night not much on but we have a full cabinet of movies, well, I don't want to watch blood and guts, so off I stomped to wash floors. Imagine being so ticked you need the catharsis of a wet cloth and a bucket of water. Well after all that I went to sleep. My sister and I are starting a scraping challenge so I'm setting up a room for myself. Watch for the score keeping of our challenge in upcoming posts. In the mean time I need to have a laugh and a little prayer, and I'm finding myself a shoebox.


Shoe Box
A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years.
They had shared everything. They had talked about everything.
They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little
old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had
cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.

For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but
one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said
She would not recover.
In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took
down the shoe box and took it to his wife's bedside.
She agreed that it was time that he should know what was
in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls
and a stack of money totaling $95,000.
He asked her about the contents. 'When we were to be married,'
she said, 'my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage
was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you,
I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.'
The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two
precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two
times in all those years of living and loving He almost burst with
happiness.
'Honey,' he said, 'that explains the doll, but what about all of this money?
Where did it come from?'
'Oh,' she said, 'that's the money I made from selling the dolls.'


A Prayer.......
Dear Lord, I pray for Wisdom to understand my man;
Love to forgive him, and Patience for his moods.
Because Lord, if I pray for Strength,
I'll beat him to death, because I don't have time to crochet.

2 comments:

nancy said...

i think my husband and yours are related!!!!!
I know how to crochet and it doesn't help!
just a few more episodes of "CSI" and i'll know how to get rid of the evidence.

irenka said...

Oh you are hilarious.

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