OVER THE RAINBOW

The gift of rain was enough for me, but we got a surprise, too.

ANOTHER USE FOR GARLIC

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With garlic harvest just around the corner, here is yet another unheard tip - at least I never heard it before! For your next manicure, try adding a teaspoon of finely chopped garlic to your base coat. It supposedly strengthens nails and some believe it helps them grow faster. With the already nasty smell of the polish, I don't think I'll be attempting this one.  And, wouldn't it be bumpy?  Let me know, if you are brave enough to do this.
                                                                             

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, UNCLE BUD!

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A JOKE

Two hunters are out in the woods when one of them collapses. He doesn't seem to be breathing and his eyes are glazed. The other guy whips out his phone and calls the emergency services. He gasps, "My friend is dead! What can I do?". The operator says "Calm down. I can help. First, let's make sure he's dead." There is a silence, then a shot is heard. Back on the phone, the guy says "OK, now what?"

RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY!

I suppose we should be grateful to have only rain rather than the more severe weather that has touched other parts of the country. Still, I wonder, should we be building an ark?

STRAWBERRIES

BEETHOVEN

When Beethoven passed away, he was buried in a churchyard. A couple days later, the town drunk was walking through the cemetery and heard some strange noise coming from the area where Beethoven was buried. Terrified, the drunk ran and got the priest to come and listen to it. The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave. Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate.

When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment, and said, "Ah, yes, that's Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, being played backwards."

He listened a while longer, and said, "There's the Eighth Symphony, and it's backwards, too. Most puzzling." So the magistrate kept listening; "There's the Seventh... the Sixth... the Fifth..."

Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate; he stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there's nothing to worry about. It's just Beethoven decomposing."