And he speaks so well of you, Grayson!
It's so long since I put up a joke, I can't remember if this is already on the board or not:
Way down in Tennessee, ole Hank and Martha are sitting out on the verandah in their rocking chairs, watching the sun go down, sippin' their mint juleps.
A gentle smile begins to play around Hank's mouth, and he leans across to Martha and says softly, "Honey, you remember when we wuz first datin'? How we'd steal a little bitty kiss out by the barn?"
Martha rocked to and fro, smiling. "Ah sho' do, sweetcakes, I sho' do. Those were some fine days."
A few more minutes of rocking go by, and Hank again looks across at Martha and asks, "Martha, sweetheart, do you remember those ole barn dances we used to go to? All those slow waltzes?"
Martha nods slowly, sipping on her julep. "Mm-mm, yessiree, darlin'. I remember them well. We were real good dancers in those days, we sure were."
More peaceful minutes slip by as the sun finally paints the evening in a coral glow.
"Martha," murmurs Hank, slurping the last drops of his julep from its frosty glass, "Martha, d'you still remember the minuet?"
Martha throws Hank a frown. "Huh? Hell, honey, that's so way back, I cain't even remember the men I ferked!"