*grin*...you reminded me, 'spaw..

A farmer was out plowing when his son came running down the the field.."Paw, Mom says to come up to the house, the preacher's here to visit!"

"I cain't some up there right now, I got to finish this last row....which preacher is it, ennyhow?"

"I dunno, Paw....what difference does it make?"

"Well, it makes a LOT of difference....you go back to the house and ask him..If it's the Baptist preacher, you go get the sugar bowl with the egg money in it and hide it under the bed---if it's that Catholic fellow, you take my whiskey bottle and hide IT under the bed....and if it's the Methodist preacher, you sit on yer Maw's lap until I git up there!"