Make My Monday Wih Mrs Nufon

Good Morning Dearies!

I am surley hopping ya'll had a peaceful weekend. Mine was indeed a beautiful one. My dear one and i took a little trip to get a little nip of peace. We got sum and brought a little sumthin home for our young uns.
As I was huntin for sum funnies for this mornin I saw this next one and I could not help but post it. So for those of you who have a tad of a heavy foot --heres one for ya.

Speeding Ticket

I GOT STOPPED FOR SPEEDING THE OTHER DAY. I THOUGHT I COULD TALK MY WAY OUT OF IT UNTIL THE COP LOOKED AT MY DOG IN THE BACK SEAT.

Sign You're Driving Too Fast........

So lovlies if ya are "flying too fast for your angel"(saw that on the back of a bumper the other day whil I was toodelin around) --and for the comfort of yur pet, ya might try slowin down a bit. I so wish I cud read the thoughts of this poor criter- I'm thinkin I might get a good chuckel.
Next, is a case of a little miss understanding. Now I have been known ta be a little uptight at times in my life(I used ta iron my underclothes in college--and yes, I have been delivered from this ) but I would surely be thinkin that this next story would not have been mine. But for those of ya'll who have a problem tellin folks ya need ta visit the water closet--here is one is for ya.

The Minister’s Widow

There was a nice lady, a minister's widow, who was a little old fashioned. She was planning a week's vacation in California at Skylake Yosemite campground (Bass Lake, to the uninitiated), but she wanted to make sure of the accommodations first. Uppermost in her mind were bathroom facilities, but she couldn't bring herself to write "toilet" in a letter. After considerable deliberation, she settled on "bathroom commode," but when she wrote that down, it still sounded too forward, so, after the first page of her letter, she referred to the bathroom commode as "BC." "Does the cabin where I will be staying have its own 'BC'? If not, where is the 'BC' located?" is what she actually wrote.
The campground owner took the first page of the letter and the lady's check and gave it to his secretary. He put the remainder of the letter on the desk of the senior member of his staff without noticing that the staffer would have no way of knowing what "BC" meant. Then the owner went off to town to run some errands.
The staff member came in after lunch, found the letter, and was baffled by the euphemism, so he showed the letter around to several counselors, but they couldn't decipher it either. The staff member's wife, who knew that the lady was the widow of a famous Baptist preacher, was sure that it must be a question about the local Baptist Church. "Of course," the first staffer exclaimed, "'BC' stands for 'Baptist Church.' " And he sat down and wrote:
Dear Madam,
I regret very much the delay in answering your letter, but I now take the pleasure in informing you that the BC is located nine miles north of the campground and is capable of seating 250 people at one time. I admit it is quite a distance away if you are in the habit of going regularly, but no doubt you will be pleased to know that a great number of people take their lunches along and make a day of it. They usually arrive early and stay late.
The last time my wife and I went was six years ago, and it was so crowded we had to stand up the whole time we were there. It may interest you to know that right now there is a supper planned to raise money to buy more seats. They are going to hold it in the basement of the 'BC.'
I would like to say that it pains me very much not to be able to go more regularly, but it is surely no lack of desire on my part. As we grow older, it seems to be more of an effort, particularly in cold weather. If you decide to come down to our campground, perhaps I could go with you the first time, sit with you, and introduce you to all the folks. Remember, this is a friendly community."

Now wasn't that one just too cute?
I think we all could use a little laughin at ourselves sum times. I can only imagine the look on my dear grandmother's face if she had collected this letter. What a hoot! I'm thinkin she would have wanted ta crawl under the dinin' room table. And with a horrified express on her face we would have heard her say, "I wish you'd hush!".
Well I guess this is Ta Ta for now. Have a blessed week. And don't ya be forgettin to---
GO WITH JESUS!