Mum apologize to my dad for burning

When I was a kid, my Mum liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then and I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.

On that evening so long ago, my Mum placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burnt biscuits in front of my dad.

I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for the biscuit, smile at my Mum and ask me how my day was at school.

I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember hearing my Mum apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits.

And I ll never forget what he said: “Honey, I love burned biscuits”.

“Later that night I went to kiss my Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned.

He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your Mom put in a long hard day at work today and she is real tired. And besides….. A burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!” “You know, life is full of imperfect things…….And imperfect people. I’m not the best at hardly anything and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone. What I have learned over the years is that learning to accept each other’s faults and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences is one of the most important key to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship. So…. please pass me a biscuit. And yes, the burnt one will just do fine.

Life is too short to wake up with regrets…. love the people who treat you right and have compassion for the ones who don’t. Enjoy life now – IT HAS AN EXPIRY DATE!

My moral in life is simple


My moral in life is simple, you treat me good and I will definitely treat you better :)

Finally the walls opened up again

An Amish boy and his father were in a mall. They were amazed by almost everything they saw, but especially by two shiny, silver walls that could move apart and then slide back together again.

The boy asked, “What is this Father?”

The father (never having seen an elevator); responded, “Son, I have never seen anything like this in my life, I don’t know what it is.”

While the boy and his father were watching with amazement, a fat old lady in a wheel chair moved up to the moving walls and pressed a button. The walls opened and the lady rolled between them into a small room.

The walls closed and the boy and his father watched the small circular numbers above the walls light up sequentially. They continued to watch until it reached the last number and then the numbers began to light in the reverse order. Finally the walls opened up again and a gorgeous 24-year-old blonde stepped out.

The father said quietly to his son… “Go get your mother.”