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What this post was supposed to be about:


Witticisms heard around the sugar bowl:

1. If my wife were sick with a terminal illness she would shoot me just to make sure I didn’t remarry.

2. The only way we can think of to effectively deal with our problem child is to simply stop feeding him.

3. Question: Have you lost weight since I saw you in Nauvoo? Answer: I weigh the same thing I did when I got on the plane---but less than I did when I got off of it.


There were more, many more very amusing remarks and if I didn't remember yours, please don't feel bad. It is all on account of my malfunctioning memory. Then again, after I typed these, they didn’t sound so funny after all. Maybe it's the absence of the sugar bowl that accounts for it.