The Power of Moms

  1. Humor is wonderful therapy. Enjoy!
    > >
    > > Inspection Teams....
    > >
    > > Have you noticed anything fishy about the inspection teams who have
    > > arrived in Iraq? They're all men!
    > >
    > > How in the name of the United Nations does anyone expect men to find
    > > Saddam's stash? We all know that men have a blind spot when it comes
    > > to finding things. For crying' out loud! Men can't find the dirty
    > > clothes hamper. Men can't find the jar of jelly until it falls out of
    > > the cupboard and splatters on the floor.... and these are the people
    > > we have sent into Iraq to search for hidden weapons of mass
    > > destruction?
    > >
    > > I keep wondering why groups of mothers weren't sent in. Mothers can
    > > sniff out secrets quicker than a drug dog can find a gram of dope.
    > > Mothers can find gin bottles that dads have stashed in the attic
    > > beneath the rafters. They can sniff out a diary two rooms and one
    > > floor away. They can tell when the lid of a cookie jar has been
    > > disturbed and notice when a quarter inch slice has been shaved off a
    > > chocolate cake. A mother can smell alcohol on your breath before you
    > > get your key in the front door and can smell cigarette smoke from a
    > > block away. By examining laundry, a mother knows more about their kids
    > > than Sherlock Holmes. And if a mother wants an answer to question, she
    > > can read an offender's eyes quicker than a homicide detective.
    > >
    > > So... considering the value a mother could bring to an inspection
    > > team, why are we sending a bunch of old men who will rely on
    > > electronic equipment to scout out hidden threats?
    > >
    > > My mother would walk in with a wooden soup spoon in one hand, grab
    > > Saddam by the ear, give it a good twist and snap, "Young man, do you
    > > have any weapons of mass destruction?" And God help him if he tried to
    > > lie to her. She'd march him down the street to some secret bunker and
    > > shove his nose into a nuclear bomb and say, "Uh, huh, and what do you
    > > call this, mister?" Whap! Thump! Whap! Whap! Whap! And she'd lay some
    > > stripes across his bare bottom with that soup spoon, then march him
    > > home in front of the whole of Baghdad. He'd not only come clean and
    > > apologize for lying about it, he'd cut every lawn in Baghdad for free
    > > for the whole damn summer.
    > >
    > > Inspectors my ass... You want the job done? Call my mother.


    My mother-in-law sent this . . ... not sure if you all have seen it. Thought maybe some humor might help.
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  2. 5 Comments

  3. by   Mimi2RN
    Very cute, and some truth to it......my kids always wondered how I knew what they were doing..........

    mimi
  4. by   RNonsense
    :d oh how true! :d
  5. by   Mkue
    Originally posted by stevielynn
    > > Inspectors my ass... You want the job done? Call my mother.


    that's cute, thanks !
  6. by   nursenoelle
    very cute stevielynn-thanks for posting
  7. by   JedsMom
    Too funny and SO true

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