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Blessed are the poor, for they get cable.

"Mom! Even the poorest people on the planet get more channels that that! People that live in trailers get channel forty!!"

This from my eldest when she learned that I'd canceled our cable. I burst out laughing. Oh my, that was funny.

I'm still giggling.

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  1. Sketchy5:41 AM

    LOL! Some one should call CPS on you, depriving your poor children that way!

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  2. Anonymous6:55 AM

    Five. But only four are worth watching, two of those only occasionally.

    I was looking at the US Geological Survey site earlier. Did you know you had several earthquakes in your area yesterday?

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  3. Unknown8:21 AM

    Sketchy, go ahead and call. I could use some down time, by myself in a small cell where I wouldn't have to clean, or do dishes, or listen to teenagers whine about no cable tv.

    Richard, that was me, sorry. I was jumping around a lot. ::grin::

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  4. Kindness9:26 AM

    Here is a joke I just read in A Prairie Home Companion Pretty Good Joke Book:

    Do you know why Isaac was only twelve years old when God called Abraham to sacrifice his son?

    Because if he had been a teenager, it wouldn't have been a sacrifice.
    _____________

    Blessed are all mothers of teenagers, for they get much grief.

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  5. Unknown5:58 PM

    Oh Kill them, that is SO true! I've also heard that grandchildren are your reward for not killing your teenagers.

    Either way. it works for me. :grin:

    It has been interesting to see how they are communicating more with us. It's been like this: "wow, who are you?" "I'm your Mother" "How long have you been living here?" "Since you were born"

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  6. Anonymous9:22 AM

    What's on channel 40? I think it's the history channel here... ;)

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  7. Unknown1:23 PM

    Channel 40 here is the Disney channel.

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