A Sweet Story About Italian Cookies..................

[SOJOURNER]

This is for all the Italians out there, and those who are lucky enough

to

be married to an Italian.

An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the

agonies of

impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite Italian

anisette sprinkle cookies wafting up the stairs. Gathering his

remaining

strength, he lifted himself from the bed.

Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom,

and

with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands he

crawled

downstairs. With labored breath, he leaned against the doorframe,

gazing

into the kitchen. Where if not for death's agony, he would have thought

himself already in heaven. For there, spread out upon waxed paper on

the

kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite anisette

sprinkled

cookies.





Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted

Italian wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a

happy

man? Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the

table,

landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted,

the

wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth, seemingly

bringing

him back to life. The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to a

cookie

at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula

by his

wife...................................................





"Get out of here! " she shouted , "They're for the funeral."

[StupidCowboyTricks]

SOJOURNER wrote: This is for all the Italians out there, and those who are lucky enough

to

be married to an Italian.



An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the

agonies of

impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite Italian

anisette sprinkle cookies wafting up the stairs. Gathering his

remaining

strength, he lifted himself from the bed.



Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom,

and

with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands he

crawled

downstairs. With labored breath, he leaned against the doorframe,

gazing

into the kitchen. Where if not for death's agony, he would have thought

himself already in heaven. For there, spread out upon waxed paper on

the

kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite anisette

sprinkled

cookies.









Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted

Italian wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a

happy

man? Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the

table,

landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted,

the

wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth, seemingly

bringing

him back to life. The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to a

cookie

at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula

by his

wife...................................................









"Get out of here! " she shouted , "They're for the funeral."




Lol, it's the truth though.