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A couple who were both 98 years old and were lovers since high school filed today for divorce. When asked why they waited so long to get divorced, they said they wanted to wait until all the children were dead. Jay Leno

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  1. Have a happy day with encouraging bouts of laughter, friend!

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  2. Have a safe trip sis Mary. And you're here still sending us "funny" things to brighten our day. May your daughter feel better in no time. And I'm sure that the little gbaby would have so much fun to see her smiling and loving grandma! Have a wonderful week and God bless.

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  3. Have fun spoiling sweet susanna! and take special care of your daughter. I am praying for complete healing, restoration, comfort, and peace. I am also praying GOD will protect you from any flu or contagious germs floating around.
    BLessings, hugs, and prayers, andrea

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  4. Your friday funnies are always the best Mary!! :)

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  5. So funny!!!! LOL, LOL, LOL!

    Praying for you and yours!! He is Faithful!

    Sweet Blessings!
    Jackie

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  6. Well that is saying something about the parents. Glad that you made it home safe and sound.

    Love and Hugs ~ Kat

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  7. LOL...LOL...LOL!!!!!!! Love it!

    Sounds like you're visiting a daughter and a granddaughter? I pray all is well, and you come back safely.

    Blessings,
    Mary

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  8. Oh I love you my friend.
    Happy Friday to you!

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  9. Had you on my heart. Praying for you and sending my love to you.

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  10. Glad to see you're still smiling, Mary. It's fun to grab a dose of your funnies on Friday.

    Blessings,
    Kathleen

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