Humor is good remedy for cabin fever
Cold weather, long traffic lines, Broncos left out of play-off games, stock show over—we must all suffer several more months of winter.
This story is reprinted again this year in case you missed it.
Author unknown, but very well written:
Subject: A potato saga
A girl potato and boy potato had eyes for each other, and finally they got married, and had a little sweet potato and named her “Yam.”
Of course, they wanted the best for Yam. When it was time, they told her about the facts of life. They warned her about going out and getting half-baked, so she wouldn’t get accidentally mashed, and get a bad name for herself like “Hot Potato,” and end up with a bunch of tater tots.
Yam said not to worry, no spud would get her into the sack and make a rotten potato out of her! But on the other hand, she wouldn’t stay home and become a couch potato either. She would get plenty of exercise, so as not to be skinny like her shoestring cousins.
When she went off to Europe, Mr. and Mrs. Potato told Yam to watch out for the hardboiled guys from Ireland and the greasy guys from France called the “french fries.” And when she went out West, to watch out for the Indians so she wouldn’t get scalloped.
Yam said she would stay on the straight and narrow and wouldn’t associate with those high-class Yukon golds, or ones from the other side of tracks who advertised their trade on all the trucks that say “Frito Lay.”
Mr. and Mrs. Potato sent Yam to Idaho PU (that’s Potato University), so that when she graduated she would really be in the chips. But in spite of all they did for her, one day Yam came home and announced that she was going to marry Tom Brokaw.
Mr. and Mrs. Potato were very upset. They told Yam she definitely could not possibly marry Tom Brokaw because he was just a Commentater!