How to Train a Deer

The other day as my daughters and I were driving home, we came across a herd of deer in a field by the side of the road.  “I wish I had a pet deer,” said my youngest daughter, Doodle.

“Deer can’t be pets,” muttered my oldest, Sunshine, who is perhaps one of the most realistic and literal children I know.

Doodle brushed Sunshine’s comment aside, and I watched in the rearview mirror as her face lit up with excitement. “If I had a pet deer, I would do two things.”

“And what would those be?” I asked, knowing Doodle possessed the same overactive imagination as someone else we know.

“Well, first, I would train the pet deer not to poop in our yard.”

“That would sure be nice,” I agreed.

“You can’t potty-train a deer,” Sunshine muttered, acting far older than her years.

Ignoring her literal sister’s comment once again, Doodle continued. “And you know what else I would do, Mom?” she asked.

“What’s that?”

“I would train the deer so I could ride it when I go places!”

“That would be a fine idea,” I agreed. “With gas prices as they are, that would really help out the family budget.” I could see in the rear-view mirror that Doodle had it all planned out.

“I just need a saddle,” Doodle quipped.

I love the imaginations of little children and how their minds are filled with creativity, dreams, and possibilities.

Such a thought brought to mind the words of Jesus in Luke 18:27 “What is impossible with men is possible with God.”  Our family was discussing this morning during devotions the blessings God has bestowed on us throughout our lives. That we have each other; that we have shelter, food, and clothing,  just to name a few.

That we can see the sunrise, hear the birds sing, and feel the soft fur of a fluffy puppy; and that He has healed us so many times from illness and protected us from disease.

And of course, the most humbling of all, that He gave us the precious gift of His Son so we might have eternal life.

Yes, so many impossibilities through our human weakness, but so many possibilities with God!

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Training for the Mom Olympics

I dashed through high winds and zigzagged between the parked station wagons, Pintos, and VW Bugs, in the pursuit of a runaway cart in the grocery store parking lot.

The cart sped through the crowded parking lot toward an intersection attempting to mar the glossy finishes of luxury SUVs and sports cars.

And then I knew what I must do. The situation at hand had left me little choice.

I knelt down and tightened the laces on my Brooks Ariel running shoes, thankful I wasn’t wearing flip flops today.

Then, with the speed of a cheetah and the grace of a gazelle, I took off across the parking lot after the shopping cart.

My heart pounded. Would I be fast enough?

Finally, I reached for the shopping cart handle just seconds before what would have been a disastrous situation. I wiped the sweat from my brow. Another rogue cart apprehended in the name of justice!

I returned to our SUV, climbed in, and glanced into the back seat. My kids appeared in shock with mouths wide open. “Mom!” Doodle gasped. “You were amazing. You should be in the Olympics – the Mom Olympics!”

So, as of today, I have begun training for the 2016 Mom Olympics. On the application, I listed my qualifications:

• Carrying my children everywhere when they were younger (which built strong biceps and triceps);

• Bending and stooping to pick up the toys and food my children continually threw on the floor from their high chairs when they were babies (which built strong quad muscles);

• Hurdling over toys left strewn across the living room floor;

• Dexterity and balance in hopping on one foot whenever I stepped on a Lego or fossilized Cheerio left on the floor;

• The recent runaway cart episode showing my aptitude for speed and finesse;

• Running the kids everywhere for their activities for the past several years (built endurance as a long-distance runner);

• Experience in juggling (juggling multiple tasks as a wife and mom).

Happily, I was approved by the Mom Olympics CEO to participate. See you in Rio De Janeiro in 2016!

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5 things a man should never buy his wife for Christmas…

It’s time for my popular annual post 5 Things a Man Should Never Buy His Wife for Christmas…

All right, all you sweet and thoughtful husbands…have you decided what to buy your wife for Christmas yet? Start making those lists! (And wives, if you’re reading this, kindly suggest to your husband to read this post – it could make your Christmas much merrier!)

 

Ok, here is some helpful and humorous advice from a veteran wife of 20 years…

Disclaimer: these are just generalities and some wives may like the items on the “do not buy” list. Plan accordingly and good luck!

Do not buy your wife:

1. Something she doesn’t want, but that you would like. For instance, don’t buy your wife a new (or gently used from the wrecking yard) car muffler for Christmas, unless she’s a mechanic or big into NASCAR. Lon bought a loud muffler thingy for our Jeep Cherokee years ago that sounded like what would belong on the vehicle of a high schooler. Guess who drove the Jeep 99.9% of the time? Yep, me. (And no, I wasn’t a high schooler!) Guess what happened when we went to trade the Jeep in for a bigger vehicle once we started our family?

The thing was so loud that the car salesman told us we needed to “fix” the loud muffler before trading it in. Lon finally did convince the car salesman that the muffler wasn’t broken, but that it was a ”high performance bought- and -installed- on- purpose- muffler.” Now some other poor wife is driving a Jeep that you can hear from a mile away!

Nix the new car tires too. While that’s nice that you want your wife to be safe, instead save it as a “family purchase” rather than a “gift for the wife purchase.”

2. Clothing. Husbands, unless you know your wife’s correct size, stick to a gift card at her favorite department store instead. Here’s why: If you buy her a size that’s four times her actual size, she’ll think you think she’s fat. Alternatively, if you buy her a size four times smaller than her actual size, she’ll think you think she needs to lose weight. See how this is a lose-lose situation?  So, unless you know for sure that she always wears a size medium in sweaters, please pass on the clothes. Otherwise, you may find yourself in deep trouble with your sweetie poo.

 

3. A toolbox. When Lon and I were first married, he wrapped a large present and hid it under the tree. I was so excited and couldn’t wait until Christmas. Imagine my suprise when I opened the package and it was a toolbox complete with my own set of tools! I thanked my sweet husband for his nice gesture, but I was puzzled. I’ve never been very handy with tools and the farthest thing from a “fix-it girl” there ever was. Our story landed us on the pages of Woman’s World and the toolbox remains in the garage where Lon uses it on a regular basis. Disclaimer: this is a perfect gift only if your wife is the “fix-it type.” Otherwise, please pass on this gift idea!

4. A kitchen appliance. Unless she specifically asks for it or you can tell from her look of anguish at the toaster you received for your wedding gift 45 years ago, keep away from kitchen appliances. Ditto for mops, a years’ worth of cleaning supplies,  a garden tiller, a chainsaw, or a lawnmower. Just trust me on this. Really.

5. An exercise video. Does this one really need any explanation? Also, unless she asks for that new treadmill, pass on the expensive (or not-so-expensive) exercise equipment too. You and your marriage will be glad you did.

So what do you get for your wife for Christmas? My post next week will list 8 great (and more serious!) suggestions of great gift ideas for wives!

 

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Why I need a mongoose

My youngest daughter Doodle recently presented me with a report she had written in school. The title? “Why I Need a Pet Mongoose.” She could have picked any pet (or potential pet) to write about, but she picked the mongoose.
Are you ready for her reasons for wanting such a pet?

I really appreciated Doodle’s concern for my allergies and the fact that I don’t like snakes (at all!) and that those two things were factors in choosing her pet.

Of course, the report wouldn’t be complete without an illustration. Sunshine cheerfully stepped up to the plate for this assignment…

So, are we getting a pet mongoose? Hmmmm…not anytime soon!

I’d love to hear about the most interesting pet you’ve ever owned…

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5 resolutions to make even though it’s not New Year’s

All right, so it’s not New Year’s, not even close and we certainly don’t want to rush time away. However, here are a few suggestions for resolutions to make any day of the year…

1. Laugh more. In our world of stress, it’s nice to be able to find humor in the small things. “Laughter, along with an active sense of humor, may help protect you against a heart attack, according to a new study by cardiologists at the University of Maryland Medical Center in Baltimore.”

The Bible talks about laughter – and let’s not forget who created laughter. He also created our mouths to turn upward, our tummies to shake, and our eyes to tear when provoked with humor. Kids provide the best humor and pets can bring about some laughter as well!

2. Stay in touch.  In our day of modern technology, it’s easier than ever to stay in touch with those we love. One night Lon called me from his cell phone while he was in the driveway arriving home from work. I answered the house phone and we had a great conversation, continuing as he entered the door of our house and as we stood face to face with phones pressed up against our ears.

Hey, it’s good for a marriage to communicate, right?

Communication is important…even if you’re as different as an ostrich and a kangaroo.

 

3. Make healthy lifestyle changes. It’s probably safe to say that most of us at one time or another have made a resolution to lose weight and/or get more exercise.

One evening Lon said as he rested on the living room floor, “I’m getting ready to do a situp.”

I wondered why anyone would want to do a situp at 8:00 p.m., so I asked him why not wait until he works out in the morning. “Because I’d like to have another cookie,” he told me. He was of the one situp equals one cookie philosophy.

Another time, he decided to do an experiment. Before Christmas dinner, Lon weighed himself. After the meal, he weighed himself again. The prognosis? He’d gained five pounds in that short time after eating my mom’s famous Christmas dinner. However, men have it good. For us women, we need only to look at a delicious Christmas dinner with all the trimmings to gain five pounds!

Not only can we make healthy lifestyle changes and care for the body God gave us, we can also make spiritual changes and vow to dig into God’s Word more frequently. Make a vow to turn everything over to Him as well and make the resolution to rid yourself of worry. Now that’s a good lifestyle change I need to adopt!

4. Vow to serve others.  Make a vow to serve others and truly love your neighbor as yourself as stated in Matthew 19:19.  Making homemade cookies for Lon is one way to make him feel special.  Speaking of cookies, check out this hilarious post about the time Lon overdosed on no-bake cookies! For more ideas on ways to serve others see my post Blessing Others.

 5. Use your gifts.

God gave us all gifts to use to further His Kingdom.

Just be sure not to do things that aren’t your gifts. Case in point:  a few years ago, I received a new MP3 player. Wow, what a pleasure to listen to my contemporary Christian rock music while working out at the gym! I learned the hard way, however, about adjusting to modern technology.

During my workout, I was rocking out to Brandon Heath’s Give Me Your Eyes and forgetting that I alone had the earphones to listen to this song. What I didn’t realize was that I was singing out loud. (Wasn’t everyone in the gym listening to Brandon Heath?!)

As I belted out the words to the song and did my leg curls, I soon heard a familiar voice. One that was off-pitch and kind of nasal-y. Yep. It was my voice (talk about embarrassment).

But it is important to use the gifts we have been given. Are you gifted with kids? Why not volunteer to teach Sunday School? Are you gifted with a beautiful voice (I’ll try not to covet!) then use it to lead the worship team at church. Can you sew? Why not offer to mend some clothes for those who cannot afford new ones?

What resolutions would you make even though it’s not New Year’s?

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Adventures of the White Machine

We were driving down the road peacefully listening to the radio and chatting while returning home from our vacation. Suddenly, I saw something that made me take a second glance.

Could it be? I glanced again out my passenger-side window. Sure enough, the weighted down car  in the lane next to us with a sinking backend brought back memories…

I quickly reached forward and turned down the radio. “We interrupt this program for a brief segment of memories by Mommy from when she was a little girl,” I announced. My kids’ jaws dropped and their eyes widened. Lon stopped eating his Kettle corn and glanced over at me with a questioning look.

Sure, I’ve told my children stories many times from when I was a little girl. There’s just something fun about sharing silly stories from your past with your kids. For one thing, I think children have a hard time realizing that we really were little kids at one time.

However, I had never interrupted a program with a brief Mommy memory segment in such a manner. But this memory begged to be shared!

“Did you just see that car?” I gasped.

Sunshine and Doodle turned to look out the window, attempting to see past our camp trailer.

“You mean the white one?” Lon asked.

“Yes, the one with the sagging backend,” I clarified. I turned to look again, not allowing the slower-moving vehicle out of my sight. “When I was a little girl, my aunt had one just like that one. I mean just like that one. It was a 1970s Mercury Monarch and we called it the White Machine!”  I couldn’t contain my enthusiasm. After all, it isn’t everyday that you see a Mercury Monarch.

Most of the passengers of the White Machine

Oh how I wish I had a photograph of that old treasured car! I did manage to find a photo online that is similar in style on Wikipedia. (You can catch a glimpse of it here: it’s the turquoise car in the upper right hand corner).

And now, back to the story…

“We all crammed into the White Machine and in those days in the mid-80s, we didn’t have to wear seatbelts. We were stacked on top of each other, all seven of us kids in the backseat with my mom and my aunt in the front.”

“Did you have to sit on the bottom?” Doodle asked, always the perceptive child.

“Yes because I was the oldest and it wasn’t uncommon for two more kids to be stacked on my lap. We would go uptown to the drive-thru and get 20 cent ice cream cones. My mom and aunt would order a quart of Tab drinks. They even fondly referred to the restaurant workers as the ‘Tab Ladies.’”  Anyone here remember Tab cola?!

I started laughing then (along with a few snorts for good measure, but let’s keep that between us!). “And you know, that old White Machine always sank in the rear and just scooted along, like the tires were flat in the back or something.” I, of course, had to demonstrate how the White Machine traveled down our small Main Street.

“Well with all those kids it must have really weighted it down,” muttered Sunshine.

“But that’s not the funny part,” I continued. “My mom and aunt would attend Jazzercise class and they had a bumper sticker on the back of the car that said Jazzercise in big pink letters.  Years later, my aunt sold the car to a man who drove that car around with pride, Jazzercise sticker and all! He was so proud of that car with the sagging backend!”

We all shared a good laugh for many miles while I continued my story.

I encourage you to share a memory from your childhood with your children or grandchildren. They might be shocked at first when you interrupt the program with your memory segment, but trust me, it’ll be worth it. Memories are precious, and besides, I hope my own grandchildren someday hear the story of the adventures of the White Machine!

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Why I’m not a cowgirl – Part 2

If you missed last week’s humor post Why I’m Not a Cowgirl, Part 1, you’ll want to go here: http://pennyzeller.wordpress.com/2012/05/15/why-im-not-a-cowgirl-part-1/

And now, the continuation…

I was riding Ace calmly on the mountain trail through a gorgeous meadow. Of course, horseback riding is no problem for an award-winning horsewoman (ok, I’m exaggerating a bit), right?

Wrong.

We continue riding through some of God’s most gorgeous Creation. Ace and I are getting along fine when Ace stops for a long drink and refuses to start walking again.  For what seemed like forever, there was nothing I could do to make Ace budge. I began to wonder if perhaps Ace wasn’t a Buckskin, but a mule.

“Don’t worry,” I tell my nervous self as the rest of family disappears into the sunset.  “Ace is only stopping for a quick drink of water.”

The minutes grow longer…

And longer…

Uh…where did everybody go?

Finally, just when I was giving up all hope, Ace begins to walk again. And I heave a sigh of relief.  That’s when Ace decided that he would show me who was the boss.

Why is it that when you’ve let your guard down that the unexpected happens?

Ace stopped, backed up, then with lightening speed, jumped over a log railing. It was like in those horse movies with the “jumper horses.”

Unprepared, I screamed with a scream that echoed through the entire forest.

Ace came back down to the ground with a thud. Lon looked behind him to see me with my sunglasses off my face, my hair disheveled, and my demeanor anything but calm. He told me he wished he’d had the camera as it was truly a Kodak moment.

But, that was all right. I am a cowgirl, right?

Wrong.

We came to another stream and again Ace decided to take a drink. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw my youngest daughter’s horse, Betsy Hombre, stop to take a drink too and that’s when he lost his temper. Rearing his head back, he bit my daughter’s horse in the ear, causing me to fear my daughter would be bucked off her horse.

So not only did I have a horse who liked water and loved to scare me to death by jumping over log railings, but I also was riding a horse who was a territorial grump.

Later, Ace decided to have another fit. His ears went back and the next thing I knew, he was bucking and kicking his legs behind him. I prayed and hung on for dear life.

Many thoughts went through my head as Ace pretended to be a rodeo horse, one of which was the fact that my eight seconds was almost up.

For a moment I was transformed from my quiet life into the life of a bull rider in front of millions of guests in the packed stands at one of the biggest rodeo performances in my life…

The crowd was cheering as the animal tried every attempt to unsuccessfully dislodge me from his back…

Fearless (not really) I hung on with only one hand and with the other waved it in the air. My cowboy hat securely on my

head I made proud my parents who had worked 16 jobs at one time to put me through cowgirl school…

After that brief break, we return to the real story. For the record, I was scared, I’ve never been to a cowgirl school, and my parents never worked 16 jobs at once.

I began to dream of a more relaxing time…

Several times, Ace would spontaneously take off into a bumpy gallop. Clutching the reigns, I hung on the best I could. I tried to relax and let the wind blow through my hair, but the ride was too bumpy and too fast for this novice.

When we returned to camp later that afternoon, I was more than thankful to be done with my horseback riding experience. My daughters could talk of nothing else the rest of the day other than their wonderful and exciting horseback rides. I wanted to talk about anything else except my day as a cowgirl.

The next morning, I awoke with welts on my behind and aches and pains everywhere else.

If you find yourself in a similar circumstance, rest assured you’ll know right away, as I did, that you’re not a cowgirl!

From here on out, this girl is sticking to a safer mode of transportation!

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why I’m not a cowgirl part 1…

The day couldn’t get any better. Not a cloud in the vivid blue sky and the forested landscape was like none I’d ever seen before. I was in the company of those I love most in this world. So what could possibly go wrong on such a perfect day?

I suppose I should give a bit of background here…my family and I were on an extended RV road trip across four states. It was going to be a relaxing trip with fun activities planned in between days of traveling down the interstate.

Ready for a relaxing adventure…

On the second day of our trip, we decided to go horseback riding in the mountains. Yes, I’ve been on a horse many times before.

As a matter of fact, I’m not new to the horse world. I rode horses a couple of times – you know those ones that go around in circles at fairs? Yes, I rode those quite often as a kid.

I also rode a horse once at the age of 16 and (un)fortunately fell into the arms of a helpful (and handsome) teenage cowboy in an attempt to climb into the saddle.

My not-so-expert horseriding adventure as a teenager…

In addition, I grew up riding motorcycles and go-carts. That counts for something, doesn’t it?

So by all standards, I am a cowgirl, right?

Wrong.

When I first saw the horse I was to ride, I thought I’d never seen a finer animal. He was big, strong, and had a light golden coat with a dark mane and tail. My oldest daughter, who professes to be a true horsewoman, told me he was a Buckskin.

My family members each had their own horses to ride, yet none of them were as beautiful and peaceful looking as the one I’d been loaned. His name was Ace.

I quickly convinced myself and everyone else that I was an experienced cowgirl and that riding Ace would be no problem at all. After all, he seemed so peaceful, so…

I am now persuaded more than ever that to judge something by its exterior is a huge mistake and is likely to incur consequences. Hey, that would be a great topic for a devotional!

Anyway…

I climbed on the back of Ace and, and with Lon and our two daughters, set out for our ride in the mountains.

Lon’s horse was named Moose – a very large horse with even larger buns. As a matter of fact, I’d never seen such large buns on an animal!

Of course, Lon couldn’t be given a Shetland Pony – it just wouldn’t be right. No, Lon was thankful they’d given him a large animal to hold his own large muscular frame – and Moose was a lot of horse.

Lon and his horse named Moose

My oldest daughter had a beautiful Quarterhorse named Buddy and my youngest daughter had a speckled Dalmatian-type Pony of the Americas horse named Hombre. Of course, my youngest changed Hombre’s name to “Betsy” because she didn’t like the name “Hombre.”

I was riding Ace calmly on the mountain trail through a gorgeous meadow. Of course, horseback riding is no problem for an award-winning horsewoman (ok, I’m exaggerating a bit), right?

Wrong.

How could anything go wrong in these gorgeous surroundings? Especially for a top-champion horsewoman?

Join me next Tuesday for the second half of this horseriding adventure!

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Battlin’ a ‘Possum, My Personal Encounter with a Marsupial

It is my honor to have a special guest this week on my blog, writer Bryan Ridenour. Bryan is here today to share with us a humorous post about his encounter with a possum.

Bryan, thank you for being here. Can you tell my readers a bit about you?

Sure. I am a Christian, husband, father of four children, and serve as a Youth and Children’s pastor at a wonderful church in the heart of the Bible Belt.

After about a twenty-five year hiatus (or longer), I grabbed hold of a pen and notebook and started writing.  As a child, I loved to write short stories, winning a regional competition in the fourth grade.  I tinkered with short stories and poetry throughout high school and college, but then life interrupted my writing aspirations.  A couple of years ago, the writing bug struck again, and I hope to one day be a published children’s author.  (I’ve got the story written and everything…I just need a good publisher, hint, hint.)

Currently, I post new entries at my blog 3 – 4 days per week, sharing thoughts on a myriad of faith-based topics, occasionally delving into the world of conservative political views.  I also write a weekly column for a small town newspaper, oftentimes submitting “tweaked” articles from my blogging musings.  This affords me the opportunity to share spiritual truth to about two thousand households each week…well, unless they immediately line their birdcages with the paper.

I can attest to the fact that Bryan’s blog is an awesome and inspiring read and worth the time to visit! As a matter of fact, as I mentioned earlier, Bryan is going to share with us his humorous story about his battle with a possum. And now, here’s Bryan...

A few years ago, my family owned a pair of Schnoodles. Some dub these “yapping” dogs, and Shadow and Spook lived up to that classification. On one dark summer night around 1:00 am, the sibling yappers incessant barking caused my wife to elbow me in the ribs.

“Listen to that,” she said groggily. “Can you please go check on the dogs?”

I groaned, rolling out of bed. As I neared the back door, their agitated yips crescendoed, sounding as if both took turns sucking helium from a tank. I peered into the darkness. The silhouettes of the two canines circled the object of their excitement. Half asleep, I eased barefoot into the yard to snatch up the toy both “youngsters” tussled over. As I stooped over, a hissing breath warmed my fingertips. I jerked back and sprinted to the porch.

My adrenaline on overdrive, I stared into the inky black, this time a pair of menacing eyes glowered back…

Read about what happens next (trust me, you won’t want to miss this!) by visiting Bryan’s blog at http://brvan.com/?p=355

Thank you, Bryan, for being my guest! You are welcome back anytime!

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Real-life Funnies

And now we interrupt this blog for some real-life funnies!

1. A case of mistaken identity.

The other day my daughters and I were at the local YMCA where we spend most of our time. I’m seriously thinking of just moving in with sleeping bags and suitcases since it already feels as though we live there due to my girls’ nonstop athletic activities.

The day was long and we’d just finished with practice. As we walked through the crowded hallway, I saw a man I knew from church. “Hi J.R.!” I exclaimed. “How are you?”

He smiled and nodded. “Fine. And you?”

“Doing good,” I answered.

It wasn’t until we arrived home and I was cooking dinner that I realized something very disturbing about the acquaintance from church named J.R. I had called him the wrong name! His name wasn’t J.R. It was Nathan!

2.  Nicknames for classmates who are boys.

The other day my oldest announced to me that our youngest was in trouble for calling the boys in her class at school names. “Doodle,” I asked our youngest, “What were calling the boys at school?”

I braced myself for the worst.

“Mom, they were swinging on the swings at school,” Doodle answered, trying to avoid the question.

“That’s fine, but what were you calling them?” I asked.

“Chihuahuas,” she muttered.

“Mom, the boys got mad at her,” announced tattletale Sunshine. “They don’t like being called Chihuahuas.”

I spent the next several minutes explaining to Doodle why no one wants to be called a dog…

No matter how cute they are, no one wants to be called a dog.

3. Back for seconds…and thirds…and fourths…

Those of you who follow my blog know that my grandpa, Papa, passed away in December, 2009, and I love sharing memories of him. During one of our visits with my grandparents, Lon took Papa out for lunch at the all-you-can-eat buffet at the Golden Corral. Lon laughed as he recounted to me later the story of how Papa, who was on a restricted diet due to heart disease, took full advantage of the lunch – a lunch without my grandma there to keep an eye on him.

For starters, Papa put a small  baked potato and a piece of meatloaf on his plate. “It’s good to be healthy,” Papa told Lon.

Would Papa’s secret be safe with Lon?

After Papa quickly finished the baked potato and meatloaf, he went for seconds. Lon figured he’d come back with more “healthy”‘ foods…maybe some green beans, salad, or steak.

Not so. Papa had loaded his plate with several slices of chocolate pie. He then returned to the buffet line for chocolate cake…not once, not twice, but several times more. “Now, this is just between us,” said Papa in between bites of chocolate cake. “Don’t tell Nanie [my grandma] about how I’m having a few pieces of cake.”

Lon nodded. Yes, some things were left best between a man and his grandpa.

4. Kids say the funniest things…

I love the things that come out of the mouths of babes. Sunshine and Doodle were playing with their toy horses the other day. Eavesdropping, I heard Sunshine say, “Now, Doodle, you pretend that you are nine-years-old and middle-aged.” My eyes popped out of my head. Since when was nine-years-old middle aged…and more importantly…as one in my 30s, what did that make me? An antique? A fossil?

I’d love to hear some of your real-life funnies! As Proverbs 15:13 tells us,  “a happy heart makes the face cheerful….”

Be sure to check out my other recent humor post about some hilarious names parents name their children in What’s in a Name…

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