My new years resolution this year is to live fast and loose. After all, I am sixty something and I can't allow grass to grow under my feet, right?
I have stories to write and children to please, so I'm not about to live by the rule Hast makes waste 'cause who knows when I may wake up one morning and look at my husband of forty six years, and ask "Who are you?" or worse yet, "Who am I?"
It could happen you know, just like it did to old Bessie Brown. Bessie loved to bake cakes, she was well known for miles around as Sweet Bessie Brown.
Early one morning Sweet Bessie sent her husband Rudy to the market for cake flour. The hours came and went, Sweet Bessie paced the floor watching the clock, at half past six Sweet Bessie called the law to report Rudy missing.
It turns out Rudy got confused and lost on the way to the market. He was picked up by the widow, May Bell Boles. "May Bell was taken with Rudy and wanted him for her own, she led him on and teased him with her pies." the Sheriff told Sweet Bessie the next morning. "All the while poor confused Rudy was thinking he was home."
The sheriff found Rudy sacked out in the widow Boles bed, white as her sheets. "He was moaning and groaning the sheriff said, poor Old Rudy OD on to many pies."
Well, Sweet Bessie was happy to have Rudy home, but soon after a strange thing happened to Sweet Bessie; she stopped baking cakes... she now bakes pies.
by June Davidson
I have stories to write and children to please, so I'm not about to live by the rule Hast makes waste 'cause who knows when I may wake up one morning and look at my husband of forty six years, and ask "Who are you?" or worse yet, "Who am I?"
It could happen you know, just like it did to old Bessie Brown. Bessie loved to bake cakes, she was well known for miles around as Sweet Bessie Brown.
Early one morning Sweet Bessie sent her husband Rudy to the market for cake flour. The hours came and went, Sweet Bessie paced the floor watching the clock, at half past six Sweet Bessie called the law to report Rudy missing.
It turns out Rudy got confused and lost on the way to the market. He was picked up by the widow, May Bell Boles. "May Bell was taken with Rudy and wanted him for her own, she led him on and teased him with her pies." the Sheriff told Sweet Bessie the next morning. "All the while poor confused Rudy was thinking he was home."
The sheriff found Rudy sacked out in the widow Boles bed, white as her sheets. "He was moaning and groaning the sheriff said, poor Old Rudy OD on to many pies."
Well, Sweet Bessie was happy to have Rudy home, but soon after a strange thing happened to Sweet Bessie; she stopped baking cakes... she now bakes pies.
by June Davidson
This story is very funny! I enjoyed it! Very short and to the point, but very cute!
ReplyDeleteThank you :) It's a true story.
ReplyDeleteOops, Sweet Bessie is not a true story but My EX-Best Friend Sue is.
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