Monday, April 29, 2013


A warning to prospective parents:

One of our daughter's first jobs was as an assistant to a fashion buyer at a department store.  One day the buyer was talking to Nameless & another assistant about a faux fur jacket.  The other girl asked her boss if the jacket was real faux fur or artificial faux fur. I have no idea how far she went in her fashion career.

This video has made the rounds.  I hadn't heard it for about a year & just came across it again--I still found it hysterical!  A telemarketer calls a prospective client & ends up answering some questions himself.  There's no video except for the transcript--just audio. Listen & enjoy:

A police recruit was asked on an exam, "What would you do if you had to arrest your own mother?"
In the blank, he wrote, "Call for backup!"

There used to be several small (99 seat) theaters in Hollywood--I think they were taxed differently than the large ones.  One that we went to often was the Player's Ring Gallery, in which the unraised stage was in the center & the audience sat all around it.  We always sat in the front row, which may have been a mistake.  The room would go totally black both before the play started, & after the intermission. We were with friends watching "The Diary of Anne Frank" & act ll started with Anne in her bed (which was about 12 inches away from me) waking up screaming from a nightmare.  I thought it was the audience member sitting next to me!  When we went to see "Inherit the Wind" the actor playing Clarence Darrow dropped his heavy briefcase on my foot.  Talk about being part of the action!!

A very good friend of my daughter Nameless was a talented cartoonist.  When they were in high school he drew cartoons all over a pair of her white tennis shoes.  Then, on the toes, he named the shoes.  The right one was "Alfred Lord Tennis-shoe" & the left was "Grou-shoe Marx".

If clothing size is just an arbitrary number assigned to a piece of fabric, why doesn't the highest number win?

We took our family (a party of 8) to Lawry's the Prime Rib.  The hostess ask us if we were celebrating anything special.  My husband told her, "Just that I can afford to pay for this!"

Speaking of my husband: As president of our condo association, he sent a VERY clearly worded notice regarding a change in the monthly assessment to the homeowners.  The following month, everyone but one man got the new payment right.  I said to Bud that his letter had been very easy to understand--that it wasn't exactly rocket science.  He laughed & said that was what was so funny--the guy WAS a rocket scientist!!

 Since I'm not following any particular theme, here are some health cartoons:

My next house will have no kitchen, just  vending machines and a large trash can!