Subject: A-Hiking We Will Go....
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Mon Aug 05 2002 - 07:00:48 EDT
"Baby Weight"
Our Lamaze class included a tour of the pediatric
wing of the hospital. When a new baby was
brought into the nursery, all the women tried to
guess its weight, but the guy standing next to me
was the only male to venture a number.
"Looks like 9 pounds," he offered confidently.
"This must not be your first," I said.
"Oh, yes," he said. "It's my first."
"Then how would you know the weight of a baby?"
I asked.
He shrugged. "I'm a fisherman."
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"A-Hiking We Will Go...."
Last summer, my husband, took me camping
for the first time. At every opportunity, he
passed along outdoor-survival lore. One day
we got lost hiking in the deep woods. He tried
the usual tactics to determine direction --
moss on the trees (there was none), direction
of the sun (it was an overcast day), etc., etc.
Just as I was beginning to panic, he spotted
a small cabin off in the distance. He pulled
out his binoculars, studied the cabin, turned
and led us right back to our camp.
"That was terrific," I said. "How did you do it?"
"Simple," he replied. "In this part of the country
all the TV satellite dishes point south."
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