Book Signing In Ohio

I'm super thrilled to be participating in the Summer Reading Program at the Adams County Public Library in Peebles, Ohio this Saturday. On Saturday, June 27 from 1:00 – 4:00 pm, the Peebles Magazine Club will host a Local Author Book Fest at the Peebles Library. Stop by to meet fourteen published authors with Adams County and Ohio ties, visit with them, and learn more about their stories. Signed copies of their books will be available for purchase. The authors’ works include humor, non-fiction, cookbooks, children’s stories, Amish inspirational fiction, wartime fiction, supernatural, suspense, self-help, and more. Here's the flyer: And here is where it is located: Peebles Library 157 High Street Peebles, Ohio 45660 Come on out and show your support. Let's talk about humor! And books! Hope to see you there!

Forgive Me Father...It Just Slipped Out

I’ve been spending a lot of the time at the hospital lately visiting with a sick relative. It sure does wear you out; not only is the patient irritable most days but the family gets that way too. Just when you think the doctors, nurses, housekeepers, and business office people have decided to stop coming into the room for a few moments someone else will drop in to ask a question or take your temperature. It wears me out so I know it wears out my family member. My relative looked at me the other day and said he had just about had it with everybody bothering him all the time. He wanted to know how he was supposed to get any better when he couldn’t get any rest. I really didn’t know what to say because his condition has warranted very close observation. I went back to the hospital a few days later and was met with a happy and somewhat well rested looking fellow motioning excitedly to me when I walked in the door. “Come in and close the door, I’ve got something to show you,” he said. “Well, what is it?” I asked. “Just wait and watch,” he said again. We were engrossed in a very exciting program on Animal Planet when I heard the door open. My relative reached under the side of the bed and pulled out a nearly inflated whoopee cushion. He held it between his big meaty hands and gave it a nice long squeeze. Out came the most horrendous sounding noise that I have ever heard. From the door I heard someone say, “Whoops, I’ll come back later.” We looked at each other and giggled like school kids. Before I could ask where he got it, he said one of his buddies had dropped by with one of his kids and the child had left it behind. For the next three hours every time the door would open the whoopee cushion would come out and the visitor would turn on a dime and walk back out. We were having fun and we both managed to take a short nap. Of course, the door opened once again and out came the noisemaker but before he could squeeze it a head peeked around the corner. “Aha, I know that you have been flatulent all day but I had hoped the staff would have cleared that up by now,” said the visitor. “I see it wasn’t gas after all.” I was mortified and my relative just shrugged it off. “It keeps people away,” he said. “I can understand that, my son. But, the Lord is with you all the time. No flatulence, real or not was going to keep me from stopping to see how you were,” said the Chaplain. With that my relative rolled slightly to the left and let the biggest fart imaginable. No whoopee cushion here, it was the real thing. The three of us looked at each other and started laughing until we were blue in the face. I was laughing so hard I had tears running down my face. We had just started to calm down when the door opened again and my relative tooted once more. That person said I’ll be back later turned around and went back out. The patient looked up at the Chaplain and said this, “Forgive me Father, that one just slipped out.”