A Bride on her 4th Wedding.
A woman who had been married three times walked into a bridal shop and told the sales clerk that she was looking for a wedding gown for her fourth wedding. "Of course, madam," replied the sales clerk, "exactly what type and color dress are you looking for?" The bride-to-be said, "A long frilly white dress with a veil." "Please don't take this the wrong way, madam, but such dresses are usually more fitting for the first time bride who is more innocent in the ways of life, if you get my meaning." "WELL!" replied the customer, a little peeved at the clerk's directness, "I can assure you that a white gown would be quite appropriate. Believe it or not, despite all my marriages, I remain as innocent as a first-time bride. You see, my first husband was so excited about our wedding, he had a heart attack due to an unknown congenital condition as we were checking into our honeymoon hotel. My second husband and I got into such a terrible fight in the limo on our way to our honeymoon hotel that we had that wedding annulled immediately and never spoke to each other again." "What about your third husband?" "That one was a Democrat", said the woman, "and every night for four years, he just sat on the edge of the bed and told me how good it was going to be, but nothing ever happened."
That one I know is wrong.
The fifties were the birth of the great "grilling movement".
Notice I did not say barbecuing. That is something else entirely.
I guess I have her to thank for my 4 heart attacks! ;-)
My Aunt Barb raised 5 children on Her own. She took no prisoners, She was the Law and She carried a BIG WOODEN SPOON! At the table rule number one: No elbows on the table except for the Prayer after that everyone was to be polite, Please and Thank You, no talking with food in your mouth and NO ELBOWS ON THE TABLE! If there were any “memory lapses” about the Rules the offender got THE SPOON!!!
She never missed the target and I speak from experience it was not a simple tap with that spoon. You would have thought that spoon was a Baseball Bat in the hands of Hank Arron. I’m really surprised that the spoon never broke. It must have been made out of Iron Wood.
I grew up in SoCal, in a town that had a place called Taco Tia. It eventually changed it’s name to Taco Bell....
Mrs Dad and I were at the mall Sunday morning waiting for a store to open and while we sat there two different women walked by wearing jeans that were all torn up. Her father was a tailor and we both looked at each other and said that when we were kids those jeans would’ve been cut up to use as shorts then thrown or just thrown. She said her father and mother would’ve never let her out of the house wearing clothes looking like that.
Absolutely, I discovered tacos (and enchiladas, burritos, and tamales not from a can) when we moved to Southern California in the early sixties. Now in a small city in Idaho there are Mexican restaurants (not fast food places) on every other corner. Damn I’m getting hungry.