Being that her wool isn’t all that long yet and it has been getting in the 20′s outside at night, I decided to let her in the house.  She seems to be the perfect house guest so far but I kind of have to question her choice in sleeping spots being that it’s on the trivet on the kitchen counter.

Why Daisy!  What’s wrong?  Don’t you like it in our cozy little house?  I can’t imagine why you’d have such a look on your face, I was hoping you’d be comfortable here!

What on earth…!

Daisy…!

…The door is this way…!

Oh no!  My Daisy, my dear sweet Daisy! 

Daisy!  Wipe that smirk off your face!

Post Script: Daisy is actually a cow, but we thought she looked more like a sheep due to her little rounded (fill in the blanks).  We shall continue to call her a sheep because that is what we feel like doing.  No sheep were harmed in the making of this post, and no, Daisy did not end up sleeping outside.

What has she taught my sweet little baby!?  Somebody help!

Dear Horse Owners,

Are you experiencing too many second and third finishes behind inferior horses at horse shows or endurance rides? During a trail ride, does your horse forget everything he was bred to do and taught to do?

Well, this simple chain letter is meant to bring relief and happiness to you. Unlike most chain letters, it doesn’t cost any money.

Simply send a copy to six other horse owners who are dissatisfied with the way that their horse is behaving, or their state of health. Also, wrap up your horse and send him/her to the horse owner at the top of list, and add your name to the bottom of the list. Do not use a return address or the post office may try to contact you.

In one week you should receive 16,436 horses, and at least one of them should be a keeper.

Have faith in this. Do not break the chain. One owner broke the chain and got his own horse back.

Good luck

A lot of folks can’t understand how we came
to have an oil shortage here in our country. 

Well, there’s a very simple answer. 

Nobody bothered to check the oil.

We just didn’t know we were getting low.

The reason for that is purely geographical

Our OIL is located in:

ALASKA
California
Coastal Florida
Coastal Louisiana
Kansas
Oklahoma
Pennsylvania
and
Texas
~~~

Our
DIPSTICKS
are located in
Washington, DC!!!

Any Questions ???

NO? I didn’t Think So.
 

Dear Ma and Pa,

I am well.  Hope you are.

Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile.  Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled.  I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 AM, but I am getting so I like to sleep late.  Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot, and shine some things.  No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay.  Practically nothing.

Men got to shave but it is not so bad, there’s warm water.  Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food.  But tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee.  Their food plus yours holds you till noon when you get fed again.

It’s no wonder these city boys can’t walk much.  We go on “route marches,” which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us.  If he thinks so, it’s not my place to tell him different.  A “route march” is about as far as to our mailbox at home.  Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks.

This will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing.  I keep getting medals for shooting.  I don’t know why.
The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don’t move, and it ain’t shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home.  All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it.  You don’t even load your own cartridges.  They come in boxes.  Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training.  You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy. It ain’t like fighting with that ole bull at home.  I’m about the best they got in this, except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake.  I only beat him once.  He joined up the same time as me, but I’m only 5’6″ and 130 pounds and he’s 6’8″ and near 300 pounds dry.

Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding in.

Your loving daughter,
Carol

Out of character I know, but I just couldn’t help it.