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A Bunny, a Peep, a Mule, and a Pit Bull

The Easter services at church yesterday were such a blessing! Our attention was powerfully drawn to the empty tomb and our risen Lord through the wonderful music and the clear Scriptural message.

We had lunch with Nora and Aron and dinner with Mark and Katie. For dessert we enjoyed one of our Easter traditions - a bunny cake. I'm going to put a picture below of the cake Becka made, decorated with coconut, red licorice, and chocolate chips.

picture of our bunny cake

When Mark and Katie went to visit Jim, Megan, and Drew, the rest of us sent some things along. One of the items sent was a stuffed Peep - a cute toy version of those nasty marshmallow Easter candies. (My feeble apologies to those of you who actually *like* them.) Here's a picture of one exactly like the one Nora sent...

picture of the size of a peep

Megan sent us a picture of Drew with the Peep Nora sent him...

picture of Drew and his peep

This gives you an idea of how tiny he still is!

Here's another picture of him sleeping. Grandma and I miss him horribly!

picture of our beautiful dreamer

In honor of our thirtieth anniversary today, I'm posting two stories about two couples who, unfortunately, were not as blissfully wed as we.

An old farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From morning till night she was always complaining about something. The only time he got any relief was when he was out plowing with his old mule. He tried to plow often. One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in the field. He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and began to eat his lunch. Immediately, his wife began harassing him again. Complain, nag, nag - it just went on and on. All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet and caught her smack in the back of the head. It killed her dead on the spot.

At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed something rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach the old farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a man mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement. This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer about it.

So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all the men. The old farmer said, "Well, the women would come up and say something about how nice my wife looked or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod my head in agreement.

"And what about the men?" the minister asked. "They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."

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A woman was leaving a coffee shop with her morning coffee when she noticed most unusual funeral procession approaching the nearby cemetery.

A long black hearse was followed by a second long black hearse about 50 meters behind. Behind the second hearse was a solitary woman walking a pit bull on a leash. Behind her were 200 women walking in single file.

The woman couldn't contain her curiosity. She respectfully approached the woman walking the dog and said, "I'm sorry for your loss and I know it is a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral like this. Who's funeral is it?"

The woman replied, "Well the first hearse is for my husband."

"What happened to him?"

The woman replied, "My dog attacked and killed him."

She inquired further, "Then who is in the second hearse?"

The woman answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my husband when the dog turned on her also."

A poignant and thoughtful moment of silence passed between the two women.

"Could I borrow the dog?"

"Get in line," the woman replied.

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"Eyewitnesses of the living Lord preached the gospel." - Dr. Drew Conley

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Rob

My dog can lick anyone.