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“At our church, we have a tradition
where members are chosen to be
‘deacons of the month’ and get to
stand with the pastor at the front door
and greet congregants. It’s a great
honor, and when my husband was
chosen, we were thrilled.
“I’m a member of the women’s
committee, and the first Sunday of the
month that my husband was acting as
a deacon, I was selected to read the
announcements at the end of the ser-
vice. I was a little flustered since I’m
not comfortable speaking in front of a
crowd, but I tried to make sure I cov-
ered all the things I needed to share.Till “nex t month” do us par t?
I especially wanted to note that my
husband was a deacon that month.
“I suppose that’s how I ended up
announcing, ‘Will the deacons, and my
husband of the month, now please join
the pastor at the front door?’ Everyone
cracked up as I blanched and cleared
my throat, having realized too late what
I’d just said. My husband thought it was
hilarious and many members of the
church kept asking me who would be
next in my ‘husband of the month’ club.
“It’s been years since I made that
flub and I still haven’t lived it down—
especially with my husband!”
—Judy Linville, 50, Dallas“When we adopted our terrier, Charlie, last year, our grandkids
were over the moon. We’d always bring the pup along when
we’d visit, and when my oldest grandson, Oliver, joined a soc-
cer team, he asked if we could bring Charlie to his first game.
“As we walked toward the field that day, Charlie hummed
with excitement, his body wiggling from head to toe—
especially when he spied the soccer balls. Oliver would often
kick the ball around in our yard, and Charlie would play
‘goalie,’ trying to nab it before it hit the back fence for a ‘score.’
“When Oliver’s game started, Charlie got so riled up that he
slipped out of his collar and tore straight for the field. Chasing
after him, I was horrified as Charlie decided to play goalie
just as Oliver’s team was about to score, puncturing the ball
in the process. On a rampage of joy, my pup then tripped the
coach, bowled over a few players and ran to the sidelines and
def lated two more balls before I caught him. As I tightened
his collar, trying to avoid the glares, the referee walked over to
Charlie and waved a red penalty card in front of my dog’s nose.
Ever yone roared w it h laughter...I’m not sure what was redder,
t he card or my face!” —Bea Ellison, 69, Deerpark, NYHaving a ball
4 stories that will
fi rst blush
tickle your funny bone
Lord^ have mercy
Pets^ gone (^) wild