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IT’S A STRETCH

Her regular Aide was off,

The replacement caught a cough…

Building a bridge

With an aide from Sturbridge,*

A distance not drive too oft.

The Aide got to us on time,

Or a few minutes over the line…

Wife got her shower,

The Aide had two hours,

Did our dishes in plenty of time!

–Jonathan Caswell

*Sturbridge is another Massachusetts town, 31 miles away, there abouts!

DARK CLOUDS CRYING

DARK CLOUDS CRYING

A rush hour down pour well-timed,

Washing cars idling in line…

To exit this place,

To look on the face

Of those seeing rain the first time…!

Sun returns with power,

Golden rays after an hour…

Rainbow for those

Who wisely chose

To wait rather than get a shower!

–Jonathan Caswell

SHOWERING TOGETHER, from ladyornot.com

 

Showering Together

Posted on May 6, 2013 by

My sister was visiting for the weekend and she was full of fun stories.  Today, she told me one that had me rolling.  I thought you all might enjoy hearing it.

She is very active in the Church of Christ.  It’s a Protestant denomination that is very male dominated.  At the time of this story, she was active in a smaller congregation of the church and worked with many of the elders at a pizza joint.  She would often moonlight as a massage therapist (not the fire spirit one I went to the other day).  Between the two jobs and personal relationships, she was friendly with most of the 300 some odd people who were present on one particular Sunday.

communion Showering Together Her boss, and close friend, happened to be giving the communion homily that day.  He said, “Yesterday I was taking a shower with [insert my sister’s name here] and…”  He realized his mistake right away.  ”No! I never showered with [insert her name here], I meant my boys!  I never ever showered with her!”  He turned bright red while my sister sunk into her pew seat and his wife burst out laughing.  ”I tell you… it’s just that she gave me a massage yesterday.  My boys took a shower with her!  Oh crap, I showered with my boys.”

The rest of the service, she had to avoid eye contact with the wife, because the wife was laughing so hard.  My sister, who thinks of him as a brother, was mortified.  She realized she would lose massage business because of what he said.  Sure enough, after church, the woman with the largest stick shoved up her butt walked up to her and said, “You see!  This is why I never allow my husband to get a massage from you!”  Then she stormed off in a huff.

To this day, they laugh about having showered together.  She lost a lot of regulars whose wives were worried.  For goodness sake, he is quite a bit older than her and they fight like cats and dogs.  This church will always have quite the scandal.

x,

Becca

Lady or Not… Here I Come!

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