I know, that's not much of lead in. It could mean anything from strips of bacon to fry for Mr. Lixy's breakfast; or socks to darn; or rabbits to chase from the garden. But ... hey ... what the hey ... it's early here and no one said I was fully alert. (In fact, I don't know if anyone's ever said that. )

What's really happening is that our fair Lixy is just two posts away ...

yes ... you heard me right ...

JUST TWO POSTS AWAY

from reaching that magic number of ...

11,000 POSTS!

Ain't that neat? I think that demands we seek another of Lixy's famous

PHOTO SPREADS!

Don't you?

Okay then ... one ... two ... three ... and





CONGRATULATIONS, MAMM!








Now, as a special treat ... here's a joke that has all the makings of a
Pennsylvania Dutch joke ...


By telephone from the Sheriff Deputy Grand Frazer received what he thought was an order to buy pigs for the county farm. All day he drove from farm to farm, but succeeded in bargaining for only 120 pigs.

Apologetically he reported to Sheriff Bill Durley that he only got 120 of those the Sheriff ordered.

"How many pigs did you say you thought I wanted?" the sheriff gasped.

"Two thousand."

"Man," the sheriff shouted, "I wanted two sows and pigs."


I just love the dialect, so how about this, too ...


Chonnie, the pick (pig) is out. Quick ve must chase him to da pen pack. You run down dis site of da fence, und I run down da odder. Da pick, he comes pack up, meppe (perhaps) bose sites of da fence.