The local news station was interviewing an 80-year-old lady because she had just gotten married for the fourth time. The interviewer asked her questions about her life, about what it felt like to be marrying again at 80, and then about her new husband's occupation.
"He's a funeral director," she answered.
"Interesting," the newsman thought.
He then asked her if she wouldn't mind telling him a little about her first three husbands and what they did for a living.
She paused for a few moments, needing time to reflect on all those years. After a short time, a smile came to her face and she answered proudly, explaining that she had first married a banker when she was in her 20's, then a circus ringmaster when in her 40's, and a preacher when in her 60's, and now - in her 80's - a funeral director.
The interviewer looked at her, quite astonished, and asked why she had married four men with such diverse careers.
(wait for it)
She smiled and explained, "I married one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go."
just thought I'd share that email with you :)
~ eagle at Connor's Lake ~
~ he was way back there ... in that center tree in this picture ... I was surprised I was able to zoom him in ~
Not much going on today. Yesterday was spent in the kitchen putting up some more pickles and today some more zucchini bread. We didn't do anything special for our anniversary ~ seeing as how we just came off of a 'do nothing' weekend ~ which was nice for a change.
~ queen of the prairie bloom in my garden ~
~ calla lily ~
I also want to make one more batch of zucchini bread. Each year I try to make up 3 different kinds ~ zucchini with walnut and raisin, zucchini with chocolate chip and zucchini/pineapple bread. I make six small loaves of each kind, then vacuum seal them for the freezer. They're so nice to have on hand for gift giving and eating throughout the LONG LONG LONGGGGGGGGGGG winter months ahead. The big Slimmer likes them in his lunchbox for his morning coffee break too :)
~ tiger lily ~
Until next time ...
So it goes in my neck of the woods.