(Notes pinned to the pillow of a mother who has the flu by her meaning
husband.)

Monday A.M.
Dearest: Sleep late. Everything under control. Lunches packed. Kids
off to school. Menu for dinner planned. Your lunch is on a tray in
refrigerator: fruit cup, finger-sandwiches. Thermos of hot tea by
bedside. See you around six.

Tuesday A.M.
Honey: Sorry about the egg rack in the refrigerator.
Hope you got back to sleep. Did the kids tell you about the Coke I put
in the Thermoses? The school might call you on this. Dinner may be a

A fresh-faced lad on the eve of his wedding night goes to his mother
with the following question. "Mom, why are wedding dresses white?"

The mother looks at her son and replies, "Son, this shows the town
that your bride is pure."

The son thanks his mom and goes off to double-check this with his
father. "Dad why are wedding dresses white?"

The father looks at his son in surprise and says,
"Son, all household appliances come in white."