[Cybersalt Digest] Issue #4637

Sunday greetings, everyone!

Later later today, Grandma Cybersalt and I are going to supper . . .  . somewhere. Our church is putting on a "Guess who's coming to dinner" event. We signed up to be guests and both of us have been told where to go (which usually only happens to me!) I am looking forward to spending some social time with some people I probably don't know very well yet. While some people would find that social aspect the biggest risk, for me it is the fact that I am a picky eater and hope I enjoy what is served. That's where the risk is for me!

Today's video share is of a ship that would test your faith to walk UNDER water!
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Enjoy the rest of today's digest!

~ Pastor Tim 

A rather old minesweeper was cruising a lonely stretch of the South Pacific and was overtaken by a new Australian cruiser.

All the US sailors admired the new ship and the Captain sent a blinker-light message to the Aussies: "You are beautiful."

Less than 10 seconds later, the Aussie ship blinkered back: "I'll bet you say that to all the ships."

I'll never forget the look on the cashiers face, when she scanned the packet of bird seed, and I asked her how long does it take for the birds to grow once I plant them.

What is the difference between a coyote and a flea?

One howls on the prairie and the other prowls on the hairy.

"All you need is love, But a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt."

- Charles M. Schulz

My forgetter's getting better
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke

For when I'm "here" I'm wondering
If I really should be "there"
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!

Oft times I walk into a room,
Say "what am I here for?"
I wrack my brain, but all in vain
A zero, is my score.

At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!

When shopping I may see someone,
Say "Hi" and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, "Who's that?"

Yes, my forgetter's getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke.

Recently, illegitimate aliens of the worst kind have invaded our house illegally.

It came to a head just the other day when we were sitting down to lunch, and The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage had a lovely bowl of tomato soup. I forgot what I was eating because all the attention went to her bowl.

As I was eating my lunch, I glanced over at her bowl of tomato soup. The top of it was covered with little black dots of some sort. Looking at it, I asked her, “Oh, my dear, what kind of soup are you eating today?”