A weekend chuckle

Miss Beatrice, the church organist, was in her eighties and had never been married. She was admired for her sweetness and kindness to all. One afternoon the pastor came to call on her and she showed him into her quaint sitting room. She invited him to have a seat while she prepared tea.

As he sat facing her old Hammond organ, the young minister noticed a cut-glass bowl sitting on top of it. The bowl was filled with water, and in the water floated, of all things, a condom!

When she returned with tea and scones, they began to chat. The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and he could no longer resist. "Miss Beatrice", he said, "I wonder if you would tell me about this?" pointing to the bowl.

"Oh, yes," she replied, "Isn't it wonderful? I was walking through the Park a few months ago and I found this little package on the ground. The directions said to place it on the organ, keep it wet and that it would prevent the spread of disease. Do you know I haven't had the flu all winter."

Once again, The Golden Girls has it right!

Ok, first of all, this posting is not a pity party. It's just been very long since I've posted and feel compelled to do so now while watching THE GOLDEN GIRLS. Long story short, I met a guy. He seems really great. Incredibly sexy too. Unfortunately, he lives in Long Island. Why do I keep finding guys I like who are long distance? I didn't think I'd be so into this guy, but I guess I am, since I can't get him off of my mind. And now, Dorothy is singing a wonderful Irving Berlin song, "What'll I Do," that fits my frame of mind right now . . .

What'll I do?
When I am wond'ring who
Is kissing you
What'll I do?

What'll I do with just a photograph
To tell my troubles to?

When I'm alone
With only dreams of you
That won't come true
What'll I do?