"I remember that argument well. She had been seeing Dr. Smith for years and saw no reason to see anyone else. I failed to agree.
'Mama, you really need to start seeing Dr. Brunson.'
''But, I'm fine. Dr. Smith takes good care of me. He has for years.'
'I know, for something like 50 years. He must be in his 80's.' 'He is 81.'
'How are you seeing him any way, he closed his office years ago?'
'Oh, I see him in Sunday School. If I ever need him, he is always there.'
'What happens if you need him any other day of the week?' " (The New Doctor)
Ella replied, "All of this reminds me of a wedding I went to years ago. Actually it was the rehearsal that was memorable. The wedding was at a country church way back in the sticks. Most folks had shoes on for the rehearsal; however, several of the groomsmen came in coveralls wearing no shirts underneath, but they all had teeth. Almost everyone was drinking one type of alcoholic beverage or another they had in their car. We were drinking libations legally bottled and unlike most of the group, ours were not being served from a mason jar or some vessel that formerly contained mayonnaise."
While I'm confessing, I might as well tell you I cannot make a good biscuit. I can make any kind of bread from scratch - yeast, sour dough, soda, it doesn't matter, but biscuits - can't do it. My grandmother made the best little biscuits in the world. So much so that when her kitchen things were divided up there was a major free-for-all among the five grandchildren over the holder she put the biscuits in to keep them warm. Anything, we thought that would help us replicate those delicate, delightful Redband (she only used Redband) flour biscuits. But thanks to Modern Marvels, Pillsbury has saved me (and possibly my marriage) with their frozen biscuits.
Greatest fools are the most often satisfied. - Happy April Fools Day!!