I found this on a message board and clicked on it. Sounds like a kind of fun thing to do.

 

 

 I am writing to say what an excellent product you have!
I've used it all of my married life, as my Mom always told me it was the best.
Now that I am in my fifties I find it even better!

In fact, about a month ago, I spilled some red wine on my new white blouse.
My inconsiderate and uncaring husband started to belittle me about how clumsy I was, and generally started becoming a pain in the neck.

One thing led to another and somehow I ended up with his blood on my new white blouse!
I grabbed my bottle of Tide with bleach alternative, to my surprise and satisfaction, all of the stains came out!
 
In fact, the stains came out so well the detectives who came by yesterday told me that the DNA tests on my blouse were negative and then my attorney called and said that I was no longer considered a suspect in the disappearance of my husband.

What a relief! Going through menopause is bad
enough without being a murder suspect!
I thank you, once again, for having a great product.
Well, gotta go, have to write to the Hefty bag people.

 

A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings.
The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door
neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, "I'll give you $800 to drop that towel."

After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob.

After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.

The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, "Who was
that?" "It was Bob the next door neighbor," she replies.

"Great!" the husband says, "did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?"

Moral of the story:
If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.

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Have you ever had strange things happen that you think maybe a dead relative or friend is letting you know they are still around?

My Mom's Birthday was on St. Pat's Day (she died on Labor Day in 2004) and my Dad died the day after her Birthday in 2004. They had been married for 61 years. I was always closer to my Dad than my Mom...now getting back to the title of this blog.

When we place my parents in a Nursing home we gave my Dad's old van that he bought brand new in the early 1960's   for his business and had that name painted on the van to my hubby's brother. He was going to junk it but started driving it. After two years he sold the van to a guy that planned to refurbish but put it in his back yard. which I can see from my kitchen window! So there it sat for a few years for me to see everyday and remind me of my parents.   It's been gone from there for about a year and we didn't know what happened to it and kind of forgot about it until about a month ago my son came home from a friends house and told me that my Dad's van is sitting in a driveway 2 houses down from his friends.   Ok, here is something else that happened. A few weeks before my Dad died my son and I went over to visit with him and my Mom. It was a drizzley chilly March evening. When we started up the walk of the home we heard a kitty crying. Well, both my son and I are suckers from lost abandon animals and we both stop in our tracks, look at each other and I said," No." And took a step. My son said," Oh but Mom, listen to it. It's a baby." And I set out a sigh and called it. VVvvoom! It was out from under a bush and was rubbing my legs and it was little! I picked it up and it was purring and snuggled right up to my neck. I put it down and it ran back under the bush and started meowing again. Well, when we came out and it was still meowing....you guessed it. We took it home and it snuggled up to my son all the way. Anyway, the next day he couldn't meow it sounded like he was horse and he has never meowed since. I seem to think of my parents a lot when I'm holding him. We named him Snuggles and he still loves to cuddle & snuggle.

This evening my husband & I were on our way to get groceries and we were talking about my Mom's birthday comming up and the light turned red, we stopped and the first vehicle to go through the intersection was red truck with big fat white letters that spelled out the name of my the town I grew up in.

Now don't you think someone somewhere doesn't want me to forget them?

Another thing that happened quite offen the first year after My Dad died was that I would be at work all by my self at night not thinking of him and suddenly I would smell smoke as though someone was standing behind me smoking. I would turn around but of course no one was there. I never got spooked. It always brought a little smile to my face and I would say,"Hi Dad."