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Help the Meals On Wheels Association of America feed seniors in need across the country.
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Showing posts with label meals on wheels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label meals on wheels. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Meals for Moms
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Meals on Wheels
Margie: Edna, Mrs. Pastor brought me this pamphlet yesterday and thinks you and I might qualify for Meals On Wheels. I like what it says about ending senior hunger because not everyone is fortunate to have food.
What do you think about it, sister?
Edna: I think it's a good idea. Especially since you set the kitchen on fire twice last week trying to cook us a hamburger patty. You're no spring chicken any more, and I'm not ashamed to say that we might need a little help.
Margie: I see now why an old friend of yours told me you used to be Hades On Wheels. That's why you're a moron now. I may not be a spring chicken but I'm not a numbskull like you.
Edna: Margie, it is the small mind that resorts to name-calling. You harpy.
Margie: Pot and kettle, sister. I'll give them a call tomorrow. Lord knows we'll starve if left to eat what you call food.
Edna: Fine, then you can complain to them about their cooking for a while. Goodness knows my ears need the rest.
What do you think about it, sister?
Edna: I think it's a good idea. Especially since you set the kitchen on fire twice last week trying to cook us a hamburger patty. You're no spring chicken any more, and I'm not ashamed to say that we might need a little help.
Margie: I see now why an old friend of yours told me you used to be Hades On Wheels. That's why you're a moron now. I may not be a spring chicken but I'm not a numbskull like you.
Edna: Margie, it is the small mind that resorts to name-calling. You harpy.
Margie: Pot and kettle, sister. I'll give them a call tomorrow. Lord knows we'll starve if left to eat what you call food.
Edna: Fine, then you can complain to them about their cooking for a while. Goodness knows my ears need the rest.
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