A joke from my MIL, for herbmcsidhe

A Good Son..


An old Italian lived alone in New Jersey. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard.

His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:

Dear Vincent,
I am feeling pretty sad, because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days.
Love, Papa

A few days later he received a letter from his son.

Dear Pop,
Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried.
Love,
Vinnie

At 4:00 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.

That same day the old man received another letter from his son.

Dear Pop, Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.

Love you,
Vinnie

The Interconnectedness of Everything

This morning, Brother Bob (Granger) came by to drop off the animal carrier we'd loaned him when he purchased chickens from us. Each time he comes to return it, he ends up leaving with more chickens and so he needs to come return it, again. Sounds familiar, eh? Today he let me know that the rooster he was supposed to be getting ended up going to another farm, so he's on the lookout and wanted one from me if possible. We've got Big Blue, whom we're not willing to re-home just yet as he's a quiet roo and a possible Ameraucana rooster. We'll give the Ameraucana a few more weeks to develop to see if we're correct and if so, it will go home with Bob.

One of the ESL teachers we met Wednesday is a lovely Jewish Navy wife from Virginia. She dropped in unexpectedly, as she was on Freecycle last Monday looking for magazines for a project for the Chinese students. I'd emailed her that we had a ton of magazines but she hadn't come to pick up, so Josh took most of them to the recycling center. So Josh and I hurriedly went through all our magazine baskets and found great ones to give her. She invited us to services at the Chaplain Center on base - every third Friday. Seems there's a small group that is slowly asking around for additional members. Quite my style, I approve.

Chicken Sales: Closing This Round

We meet the nicest folks selling poultry, it's absolutely amazing. Iain and his daughter Mia came by today - a neighbor's GSD broke into their yard and killed all her chickens. :( She was heartbroken, so Iain went online desperately looking around for another flock. He's reinforced the fencing and the dog is now restrained in a chain link kennel. I made him a really great deal - 5 for $60 just so we could sell off the last of the sale chickens.

Once Mia saw the Polish, she had to have them. She took the 4 Ameraucanas, the Dorking and the White Polish, then after we showed her the chicks, ducklings and rabbits - she snuck a peak in the container and the Dorking got out. We chased it down the block but she rain into an overgrown briar patch. Hopefully, she'll return this evening but once we saw a snake in the bushes, I called off the search. Plus, Josh got into something that made him immediately hive up! Grr. I didn't want her worrying about having lost a chicken, so I threw in the Black Polish to cheer her up.

So out of 17 chickens, we have 3 left. The Ameraucana (Sergeant) Kevin wanted us to keep for him, the Silver Laced Polish (Pompom) that Josh loves and the beautiful Blue Andalusian (Smokey) I fell in love with.

All in all, I made $200 in less than a week, a $100 of which went to Tina for the consignment. Not a bad little side-business, really. Along the way, Jason has become a champion chicken catcher!

Update: Jason loves Cheddar & Bacon Quiche! Yay - I found something he really loves to eat.