The Skunk Smells His Own Stink

November 5, 2009 at 5:47 pm (A Time to Laugh) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )


A couple of years ago, Abigail was part of a team to teach abstinence in the local schools. Our first day in the local middle school, she and her partner, Christy, looked at each other and wrinkled up their noses. “It smells horrible!” Christy, who was barely pregnant and fighting morning sickness, exclaimed. “It smells like a ton of mothballs!” Abigail blinked. “Mothballs? It smells like a skunk!”

Over the next several days they choked on the foul air that greeted them every time they entered the school, but they kept their thoughts to themselves.

As their last day wrapped up, a teacher from a neighboring classroom stopped by the help with clean up. “Whew,” she remarked. “It will sure be nice when that skunk smell dissipates.”

Abigail looked up quickly from the papers she was gathering . “So it was a skunk?”

“Yeah,” she grimmaced. “A whole family of them moved in under the school. They weren’t too happy to be moved out and let us all know it.”

Abigail glanced at Christy, who was holding her nose and looking sickly. “Christy thought it was mothballs.”

“Oh!” the teacher exclaimed. “That’s because the janitor dumped loads of mothballs in the hall in an attempt to cover the stench!”

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“Contractions Starting Now”

July 28, 2009 at 5:17 am (A Time to Laugh) (, , , , , , , , , )


With the birth of Nathaniel and Lauren’s baby almost upon them, they’ve been faithfully putting into practice all that they are learning at their Bradley Method Natural Childbirth class.  Part of Nathaniel’s job as “coach” is to help his wife relax, so he developed a new “game.”  Any time he says “contractions starting now”, Lauren is to lean back in her chair, close her eyes and relax.  They were out to supper one evening at a nice, little restaurant when Nathaniel suddenly said, “Contractions starting now.”  With a sigh, Lauren put down her fork, leaned back and closed her eyes, wondering why the game in the middle of a restaurant.  But Nathaniel’s “coaching” had an ulterior motive:  as Lauren opened her eyes she caught him snagging a juicy piece of chicken from her plate!  So much for helping her relax.

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Christian Community?

February 13, 2009 at 2:44 pm (A Time to Laugh) (, , , , )

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We have an enormous table, often filled with guests–usually students from the nearby college.  The atmosphere is that of a huge family with an overabundance of overgrown sons.  Lydia, as the little lady of the family, sat next to me one Sunday at lunch, mouselike, unobtrusive, trying to eat her food in peace while chaos raged around her.  And I do mean chaos.  Bruce was taking every opportunity to snatch dinner rolls from her plate.  Josiah gobbled grapes out of her fingers as she held them out of reach of Zach.  As she settled in at last to enjoy a piece of Lazy Daisy Oatmeal cake, Josh reached for her bowl.  “Thank you, Lydia, for offering to share your cake with me!”  No sooner had she pulled it out of his reach than Tommy snagged it from across the table.   “Lydia!”  Josh exclaimed in indignation.  “Did you see that?  He stole OUR cake!”

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