Monday, May 15, 2017

Warm Monday

92 degrees here in Clarinda, IA at 4:00 pm, but since I have been working all day in the basement on getting Phyllis' class of 1962 55th class reunion computerized I haven't experienced the temperature.  I finally sent out 50 e-mails to those we had e-mail address for----and got six of them back as bad addresses.



Have taken no photos since yesterday, but at right is one I took off Facebook.  Gal at the bottom (Darlene Winslow) is one of our Texas neighbors (in Michigan in the picture) with her daughter and grand-daughter behind her -- a Mother's Day photo.

Another photo from Facebook.  In the center is our next-door
neighbors in Texas - LaRhoada  & Harold Nehr.  This is a
Mother's Day photo with their family






















The Clarinda Class of 1962 55th Class Reunion is on September 22 and 23 here in Clarinda.


Here are some yuks I picked up:

WIFE VS. HUSBAND 
 A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word.  An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position. As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, 'Relatives of yours?' 
'Yep,' the wife replied, 'in-laws'

WOMEN'S REVENGE 
'Cash, check or charge?' I asked, after folding items the woman wished to purchase. 
As she fumbled for her wallet, I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse. 
'So, do you always carry your TV remote?' I asked. 
'No,' she replied, 'but my husband refused to come shopping with me, and I figured this was the most evil thing I could do to him legally.'

WORDS 

A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day.
30,000 to a man's 15,000.
The wife replied, 'The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men...
The husband then turned to his wife and asked, 'What?'

OH YES -- Happy Birthday, Patty Steckelberg!

Maybe later, Lynn

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