I am so thrilled — there are still almost four hours of New Year’s Day where I am, and we already have thirteen wonderful entries in the contest!
My only regret is that I have to sit on my hands and still my natural impulse to comment on each and every story. You know I love to comment, but . . . kind of not good form for a judge. :( But please, please, please, everyone— pick up the slack and comment for me! Give Joanne, who is judge, jury, and God-Empress of comments, heaps of work to do!
If you have submitted a story already, thank you! If you haven’t, jump in — the water’s fine! And remember, you can always submit multiple entries (though no more than one can win a prize)!
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One night, the Potato family sat down to dinner--Mother Potato and her three daughters. Midway through the meal, the eldest daughter spoke up. "Mother Potato?" she said. "I have an announcement to make."
"And what might that be?" said Mother, seeing the obvious excitement in her eldest daughter's eyes.
"Well," replied the daughter, with a proud but sheepish grin, "I'm getting married!"
The other daughters squealed with surprise as Mother Potato exclaimed, "Married! That's wonderful! And who are you marrying, Eldest daughter?"
"I'm marrying a Russet!"
"A Russet!" replied Mother Potato with pride.
"Oh, a Russet is a fine tater, a fine tater indeed!"
As the family shared in the eldest daughter's joy, the middle daughter spoke up. "Mother? I, too, have an announcement."
"And what might that be?" encouraged Mother Potato.
Not knowing quite how to begin, the middle daughter paused, then said with conviction, "I, too, am getting married!"
"You, too!" Mother Potato said with joy. "That's wonderful! Twice the good news in one evening! And who are you marrying, Middle Daughter?"
"I'm marrying an Idaho!" beamed the middle daughter.
"An Idaho!" said Mother Potato with joy. "Oh, an Idaho is a fine tater, a fine tater indeed!"
Once again, the room came alive with laughter and excited plan for the future, when the youngest Potato daughter interrupted. "Mother? Mother Potato? Um, I, too, have an announcement to make."
"Yes?" said Mother Potato with great anticipation.
"Well," began the youngest Potato daughter with the same sheepish grin as her eldest sister before her, "I hope this doesn't come as a shock to you, but I am getting married, as well!"
"Really?" said Mother Potato with sincere excitement. "All of my lovely daughters married! What wonderful news! And who, pray tell, are you marrying, Youngest Daughter?"
"I'm marrying Tony Romo!"
"Tony Romo?!" Mother Potato scowled suddenly. "But he's just a common tater!"
Just an old joke . . . but I love it.
Jill
Angela Rasch (Jill M I)
My Bad!
I did say puns were allowed in comments, so that's come back to bite me.
Fortunately I can disqualify this one as it doesn't pertain to a story submitted for the contest.
Mine
One of my old jokes went something like: He claimed to be a common tater, but he was just an ornery spud. :)
Hugs,
Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
I do not envy you and Jill
I do not envy you and Jill for having to judge. I have read every story so far, and have been impressed by all of them.
I have another plot bunny, don’t know if it will grow into a story or not, but it is definitely on my mind!
Kristy
Might these writers qualify?
Love, Andrea Lena
I don't gnu
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I heard tell
I heard tell of a zoo keeper who wanted to order a pair of gnus for his zoo. Some how he messed up the order and ordered 200 gnus. He didn't know it until a week later he received an email informing him the that his 200 gnus were on a ship headed for the USA.
He frantically place a long distance call to try to stop the order and was informed that there was no way to do so and he would have to accept the 200 gnus because that's what he ordered. He stewed for the next week trying to figure out what he was going to do with 200 gnus. Then he got another email stating that the ship with his gnus had sunk in a storm.
The zoo keep breathed a sigh of relief and said, "No gnus is good news."
Had to get my pun in.
Hugs
Patricia
Happiness is being all dressed up and HAVING some place to go.
Semper in femineo gerunt
Ich bin eine Mann
I'm doing my best to comment on all of them
but there are so many great stories, and I don't know what to say beyond "great story"
!!
Bloop!
My Dear Dot
If you want to win the award for best comment you will have to extend your vocabulary considerably. Think of each comment as a ministory. I know you can do that,
Joanne
The joy continues in the Potato family household ...
Uncle Elmer, sadly a widower for many years then glanced at his cell phone.
He had just arrived for the holidays.
Elmer said "I too have news. I have just gotten married, but wanted to wait until Samantha got here. Don't worry, it's her job that has given her quite the sun-tan."
(*ding-dong*)
Elmer got the door. "Come in dear, introduce yourself."
"Elmer! Elmer Spudd! Why didn't you tell me you had such a down to earth family?!
"Anyhow, Ahoy All. I'm Sam, the sailor yam, I am."
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* Me, slinking out. There's a certain story I should instead be writing ... *
At this rate . . .
I’m going to have to add an “r” to my last name. :)
— Emma
At least he didn't marry a swede
Ducking
OMG
Puns, Puns, and more Puns. groan... What fun this contest has spawned! :DD TAF
DeeDee
Kids?
So when the daughters have their children, will they be small fries or tater tots?
With potatoes . . .
Sooner or later, they’ll all be little sh*ts. ;-)
— Emma
My Son Is Named "Tait"
Of course, he quickly became "Tater-Tot."
Jill
Angela Rasch (Jill M I)