November 28th Humor

Last summer, my husband, Steve took me camping for the first time. At every opportunity, he passed along outdoor survival lore. One day we got lost hiking in the deep woods. Steve tried the usual tactics of finding direction based on the moss on the trees except it was no moss. Direction of the sun did not work because it was a cloudy day. Just as I was beginning to panic, he spotted a small cabin off in the distance. Steve pulled out his binoculars, studied the cabin, turned and led us right back to our campsite. “That was terrific,” I said, “how did you do it?”  “Simple,” my favorite Boy Scout replied. “In this part of the country all the TV satellite dishes points south.”

It’s a real holiday dilemma for millions of Americans: Do you spent 60 bucks for a dozen roses for your mom or for a full tank of gas to go visit her?

“Dad, I just siphoned a couple of gallons of gas out of your car for car tonight. That is OK isn’t it”?     “Sure it is OK, son. I bought that gas with your allowance for next week so run along and have a good time.”