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D e s e r t   E x p o s u r e  June 2012


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True Stories, Senior Moments

and Canny Critters

Plus insurance, politics and pregnancy.

 

 

Our pets, ourselves… As much as we adore the jokes you pass along for our amusement, we love the occasional true story that makes us chuckle — like this one from The Packrat Out Back:

"Several years ago we had two indoor cats, both of whom have since died of old age. As you can imagine, we accumulated a lot of used kitty litter over a week's time. One of my husband's friends at work, John, started complaining that gophers were taking over his yard and garden, and he needed to get rid of them ASAP. He said that he had read somewhere that gophers will not tolerate used cat litter in their territory and asked my husband to start saving our used kitty litter for him, which we gladly did. John came by our house periodically to pick up used litter, which he was spreading liberally all over his property.

"About a month later, John came to work happily reporting that his gopher problem was solved. His gophers were gone! However, a week or two after that, John came to work laughing. He said he had received a call the evening before from a nearby neighbor asking John if he knew how to get rid of gophers. The neighbor's yard had for some unknown reason recently become infested with them!"

 

While we're on the subject of pets (and neighbors), here's equal time for pooches courtesy of Ned Ludd. The easily offended might want to look away:

"A dog lover, whose dog was a female and ‘in heat,' agreed to look after her neighbor's male dog while they were on vacation. She had a large house and believed that she could keep the two dogs apart. However, as she was drifting off to sleep, she heard awful howling and moaning sounds, and rushed downstairs and found the dogs locked together, in obvious pain and unable to disengage, as frequently happens when dogs mate.

"Unable to separate them and perplexed as to what to do next, although it was late, she called the vet, who answered in a very grumpy voice. After she explained the problem to him, the vet said, ‘Hang up the phone and place it down alongside the dogs. I'll then call you back and the noise of the ringing will make the male lose his excitement and he will be able to withdraw.'

"‘Do you think that will work?' she asked.

"‘It just worked for me,' he replied."

Whether it's raining cats or dogs, anecdotes or jokes, send your stories to Desert Diary at diary@desertexposure.com.

Persons of the redneck persuasion… In case your travels this summer take you to less-sophisticated sections of our fair land, keep this list from GeraldH handy:
  • "You know you're a redneck when…
  • "You take your dog for a walk and you both use the same tree.
  • "You can entertain yourself for more than 15 minutes with a fly swatter.
  • "Your boat has not left the driveway in 15 years.
  • "You burn your yard rather than mow it.
  • "The Salvation Army declines your furniture.
  • "You offer to give someone the shirt off your back and they don't want it.
  • "You have the local taxidermist on speed dial.
  • "You come back from the dump with more than you took.
  • "You keep a can of Raid on the kitchen table.
  • "Your wife can climb a tree faster than your cat.
  • "Your grandmother has ‘ammo' on her Christmas list.
  • "You keep flea and tick soap in the shower.
  • "You've been involved in a custody fight over a hunting dog.
  • "You can spit without opening your mouth.
  • "You go to the stock car races and don't need a program.
  • "You know how many bales of hay your car will hold.
  • "You have a rag for a gas cap.
  • "Your house doesn't have curtains, but your truck does.
  • "You wonder how service stations keep their restrooms so clean.
  • "You consider your license plate personalized because your father made it."


You're only as old as you feel… Moving on to aging gracefully, we share this tale of romance from the Silver City Greek:

"He was a widower and she a widow. They had known each other for a number of years, being high school classmates and having attended class reunions in the last 20 years without fail. This 50th anniversary of their class, the widower and the widow made a foursome with two other singles. They had a wonderful evening, their spirits high, the widower throwing admiring glances across the table, he widow smiling coyly back at him.

"Finally, he picked up courage to ask her, ‘Will you marry me?' After about six seconds of careful consideration, she answered, ‘Yes, yes, I will!'

"The evening ended on a happy note for the widower. But the next morning he was troubled: Did she say yes or did she say no? He couldn't remember. Try as he would, he just could not recall. He went over the conversation of the previous evening, but his mind was blank. He remembered popping the question, but for the life of him could not recall her response. With fear and trepidation, he picked up the phone and called her.

"First, he explained that he couldn't remember as well as he used to. Then he reviewed the past evening. As he gained a little more courage, he then inquired of her, ‘When I asked if you would marry me, did you say yes or did you say no?'

"The widow replied, ‘Why, you silly man, I said, "Yes. Yes, I will." And I meant it with all my heart.'

"The widower was delighted. He felt his heart skip a beat.

"Then she continued, ‘And I am so glad you called, because I couldn't remember who asked me!'"

 

 

 

Then there's this senior moment passed along by Teresa O:

"I very quietly confided to my best friend that I was having an affair. She turned to me and asked, ‘Are you having it catered?'

"And that, my friend, is the definition of ‘OLD'!"

 

Life in a state of nature… Still on an aging theme of sorts, it's back to the animal kingdom with Farmor the Swedish Grandma:

"One day an old German Shepherd starts chasing rabbits and before long, discovers that he's lost. Wandering about, he notices a panther heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch. The old German Shepherd thinks, ‘Uh-oh! I'm in deep trouble now!' Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching panther. Just as the panther is about to leap, the old German Shepherd exclaims loudly, ‘Boy, that was one delicious panther! I wonder if there are any more around here.'

"Hearing this, the young panther halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. ‘Whew!' says the panther. ‘That was close! That old German Shepherd nearly had me!'

"Meanwhile, a squirrel who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the panther. So off he goes. The squirrel soon catches up with the panther, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the panther. The young panther is furious at being made a fool of and says, ‘Here, squirrel, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine!'

"The old German Shepherd sees the panther coming with the squirrel on his back and thinks, ‘What am I going to do now?' But instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old German Shepherd says, ‘Where's that damn squirrel? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another panther!'

"Moral of this story: Don't mess with the old dogs. BS and brilliance only come with age and experience."

 

 

 

 

 


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