She's Getting Better....and Better

This is a picture of Raggedy when she learned she had to have an operation. (Okay, I lied.)

LET ME TELL YOU!!! Progress has been made by our lovely pal. Mucho progresso. Here's a message direct from the source (and we love you, Raggedy).

"I am happy to report I am doing much better! AND I CAN TYPE!!! WOW! YIPPIE!!! How about that?

"I am still having trouble reading on the computer. I think it is the light from the computer screen and I hope that goes away soon too. That is the only thing keeping me from reading blogs and doing mine. I miss you all soooooooooooo much! I can't wait to catch up with everyone.

"I do read the comments on my blog a few times a week. Thank you! And I check email once a week."

Then she goes into a description of her day (picking peas, buying ice cream for the daughter, bathing her dog, cooking dinner for the man who lives there). "It's a Raggedy life, but Raggedy is living it."

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Q. What's green and pecks on trees?

A. Woody Woodpickle.

Edison Had Nothing on Me

My (Ol' Grubworst Snake's) worst fear: Raggedy still can't read her email, because of the headache thingy. We will plod on, though, knowing that soon she will be amongst us. ("Soon" is a code word meaning "whenever.")

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So I went to the Patent Office to register some of my inventions. I went to the main desk to sign in and the lady at the desk had a form that had to be filled out. She wrote down my personal info and then asked me what I had invented.

I said, "A folding bottle."

She said, "Okay, what do you call it?"

"A Fottle."

She she asks, "What else do you have?"

"A folding carton."

"What do you call it?"

"A Farton."

She snickered and said, "Those are silly names for products and one of them sounds kind of crude."

I was so upset I grabbed the form and left the office without even telling her about my folding bucket.