I enjoy visiting with my uncles for the stories they tell - and last Saturday was interesting as usual. I just wish I could tell them the way they do. Dug finally got a visit from the building inspector and had to confess he didn't have a building permit for the new house he built. After much discussion he offered to bulldoze and level the whole thing, but reminded the inspector what a tax loss that would be. After the inspector decided to "work with him" on it, he did apply and decided to get a permit for a garage at the same time, when they offered a deal price for both. The required architectural drawings were only in Dug's head so they had to "work with him" on that also. Of course, what they don't know is that neither building will be finished to the point of being taxable anytime in the near future, but I guess they didn't ask for a projected finish date.

Mike had a story from a telephone call to their stove pellet plant that morning. They have been selling pellets for animal bedding. A geezer called and said that his horses weren't eating the pellets. Mike was a bit confused so just said "That's good." The man said, "You don't understand, they really won't eat them at all. Mike finally got it and said, "They are not supposed to eat them, they are supposed to piss on them. The pellets are bedding." "Oh" - end of call.

Rural humor