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it finally rained... went relic hunting :smile:

Hello Elson,

I hope you're doing well.

In the behavioral sciences, we're taught that one's perceptions, for that specific individual, are reality.

I do have some concerns about your perception of reality, regarding the marital contract.

It is with this in mind that I kindly and sincerely pass this bit of fantasy on to you, in an effort to help you reorient yours.

Respectfully,

The Nutty Teacher


Yard Work

The power mower was broken and wouldn't run and the lady kept hinting to her husband that he should get it fixed. Somehow the message never sank in and the grass kept getting taller. Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.

When her husband arrived home one day he found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. He watched silently for a short time and then went into the house.

He was gone only a few moments. When he came out again, he handed her a toothbrush. "When you finish cutting the grass," he said, "you might as well sweep the sidewalks."

The doctors say he will probably walk again, but he will always limp.
 
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