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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ A Thanksgiving Blonde Joke

With sincere apologies to and disclaimers that I do NOT believe any of my blond friends would struggle or even be misled by this tomfoolery. (ha. perfect pun moment...did ya think I wouldn't take it?)

One Thanksgiving, a blond invited her family over for dinner with all the trimmings. The (cruel-hearted) matriarch decided to play a trick. She sent the blond to the store for that one thing that was absolutely necessary to finish her contribution to the meal.

As soon as the blond left, the mean matriarch took the turkey out of the oven, removed the stuffing, and inserted a baked and stuffed Cornish hen into the turkey, and re-stuffed the turkey. The bird went back into the oven.

When it was time for dinner, the blond pulled the turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something, she reached in and pulled out the little bird.

With a look of total shock on her face, the matriarch exclaimed, "You've cooked a pregnant bird!"

It only took til dessert to convince the blond that turkeys lay eggs!

And the picture? I don't have a turkey. Let's call it a Thanksgiving cornucopia!

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