sortir la tete de l'eau .....

oulala !! ca faisait un moment évidement .... que je n'avait rien posté ici .... je vous doit un Mea Culpa ....
mais j'ai mes raisons !!!

Je n'ai pas arrêté , ni tricot , ni crochet , si cela peut vous rassurer , quand on est addict ,hein ... on le reste ! ^^

Seulement voila , la perte d'un être cher .... mon appareil photo , ( gentiment éclaté par ma petite princesse ^^ ) , ne me permettant plus de prendre des belles images afin de les mettre en boite , je ne voyait pas vraiment l'intérêt de poster pour ne rien montrer , surtout que je vous sait gourmandes de jolies images ^^

Et en plus de cela , nous venons d'emménager dans une grande maison, cela prends donc beaucoup de temps , s'installer , prendre ses repères ... tailler les arbres , faire le potager , plus les soirées les barbecues et les sorties hein, je ne vous cache rien , mis bout a bout avec le boulot le temps me manque horriblement ... !!!

Bref ,tout cela pour m'excuser de ne pas avoir été présente sur mon blog, mais ca va aller mieux ( toujours pas d'appareil numérique en vue ,mais beaucoup de projet en route .

pour aujourd'hui, je me contenterais de faire un copier coller d'une magnifique petite histoire trouvée chez Sarah London

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There was once a man and woman who had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoebox in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.

For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoebox and took it to his wife’s bedside. She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box.

When he opened it, he found two crocheted doilies and a stack of money totaling $25,000. He asked her about the contents.

“When we were to be married,” she said, “my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doily.”

The little old man was so moved, he had to fight back tears. Only two precious doilies were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.

“Honey,” he said, “that explains the doilies, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?”

“Oh,” she said, “that’s the money I made from selling the doilies.”

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Comments

[BalCat]

J'adore cette histoire, que je trouve à la fois tendre et drôle.
Je vais souvent sur le blog de sarah mais elle m'avait échappé.
Merci de m'avoir permis de la découvrir.
CAT =^..^=