This week I would like to lighten the column up a little
with a great story/gag passed on by a fellow celebrant
who had the pleasure of conducting a ceremony for a
couple in their eighties.
The celebrant thought the gag was very
appropriate as the couple were still full of cheekiness
and humour and definitely saw the funny side to life in
general.
What a beautiful way to spend your twilight years, in
love, happy, having a best friend and companion and
being able to share so many memories together as well as
making new ones.
Jack, age 92, and Henrietta, age 89, are excited about
their decision to get married.
They go for a stroll to discuss the wedding and on the
way they pass a Chemist.
Jacob suggests they go in.
Jacob addresses the man behind the counter: "Are you
the owner?"
The pharmacist answers "Yes".
Jacob: "We're about to get married. Do you sell
heart medication?"
Pharmacist: "Of course we do."
Jacob: "How about medicine for circulation?"
Pharmacist: "All kinds."
Jacob: "Medicine for rheumatism, scoliosis?"
Pharmacist: "Definitely."
Jacob: "How about Viagra?"
Pharmacist: "Of course."
Jacob:"Medicine for memory problems, arthritis,
jaundice?"
Pharmacist: "Yes, a large variety.....the works!"
Jacob: "What about vitamins, sleeping pills,
antidotes for Parkinson's Disease?"
Pharmacist: "Absolutely."
Jacob: "You sell wheelchairs and walkers?"
Pharmacist: "All speeds and sizes. Why do you ask?
Is there something I can help you with?"
Jacob says to the pharmacist ........
"We'd like to nominate your store as our Bridal
Gift Registry."
Absolutely priceless.
Another verse that I found to be very touching…
Hoping all my readers have a wonderful week.
When I am old I shall wear PURPLE
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tried
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit
You can wear terrible shirts and grow fat
And eat three pounds of sausage in one go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beer coasters and things
in boxes
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for our children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practices a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.
Love Annie.
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