Watch where you move your head.

Saying for the Day: Husbands watch your telephone book.

Every once in a while I come across a statement that may stand forever, or at least for a little while, as an illustration of the absurd nature of life.

One such statement was recently made in a Yorktown, New York Court.

The husband of novelist Emily Hanlon-Tarasov was trying to keep his wife from being arrested for spouse abuse after he was knocked unconscious by her.
He said "A few things began flying at the wall and one of them was a telephone book. And unfortunately, my head moved into the space that the book was flying (into)."

Now that’s a statement.
“My head moved into the space” .

It opens the door for statements like:
” she was just throwing her hand around when my nose got in the way.”
Or “She never intended to stab me. I slid in front of the knife”.

The court did not buy the argument and she was charged with assault.

I suppose a large telephone book could now be classified as a dangerous weapon.
They should carry a warning label like:
“Danger this book can lead to an unconscious state when hurled by an angry wife”.
Failure to attach this statement could leave the telephone company open to a lawsuit .

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News from Pigeon Falls– The little town in my back yard where a stone man sits peacefully in his easy chair.– Eino finally got to talk to the manager in question but he denied that they had any experiments going on outside of Chicago. He also denied that they were working on teleportation. Poor Eino doesn’t have any idea of what to do next.
The White Rabbit showed up again last night without the dragon. It was seen over by the funeral home moving into the woods. Some kids were playing in the yard next door and saw it . Tommy says he wished he had been home and had seen it because he would have taken a picture with his new digital camera. That picture would be worth some money.
Nancy says that after the pasty eating contest Big Rudy was so sick they had to take him to the emergency room. There goes his prize money.
Some of the artists on the yellow brick road are complaining about the shape the road is in. It seems that a lot of bricks were pushed out by the winter frost and not replaced. Something needs to be done soon or a local landmark will be lost.
Nancy said that some people have been watching the Bergall residence hoping to see the White Rabbit coming for tea. But without any luck. It could just be he was just telling a story.
Young Bill Hammonen broke his leg trying to parachute off the top of the cow barn. He was using a parachute he made out of a bedroom sheet and it didn’t break his fall at all. He will be on crutches when school starts.
Robert should enter the Liar’s Club Contest with the story he is telling about the man who turned to stone. It’s a sure winner and as good a guess as anybody’s. He tells it on every tour.
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Yesterday we drew the name of Jafabrit. If we draw her name again today she wins what's in the prize box. Betty is drawing and the name is Catch. Sorry Jafabrit (why do I have this image of somebody sticking out their tongue?) To bad we didn't draw Catch yesterday. So close. Well good luck Catch.
Peter and Bree came today and loaded some more stuff to go to Green Bay. we went out to eat at Fob's. Otherwise it was a dull day. I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA