A father watched his daughter playing in the garden. He smiled as he
reflected
on how sweet and innocent his little girl was. Suddenly she just stopped and
stared at the ground. He went over to her and noticed she was looking at two
spiders mating.
"Daddy, what are those two spiders doing?" she asked. "They're mating," her
father replied. "What do you call the spider on top, Daddy?" she asked.
"That's
a Daddy Longlegs." Her father answered. "So, the other one is Mommy
Longlegs?"
the little girl asked. "No," her father replied. "Both of them are Daddy
Longlegs."
The little girl thought for a moment, then took her foot and stomped them
flat
and said "Well, it might be okay in California or Massachusetts, but we're
not
having any of that shit in Texas!"
Dear Diary,
Monday: Now home from honeymoon and settled in our new home, it's fun to
cook for Bob. Today I made an angel food cake and the recipe said, "Beat 12
eggs separately." Well, I didn't have enough bowls to do that, so I had to
borrow enough bowls to beat the eggs in. The cake turned out fine.
Tuesday: We wanted a fruit salad for supper. The recipe said, serve without
dressing." So I didn't dress. But, Bob happened to bring a friend home for
supper that night. Did they ever look startled when I served the salad.
Wednesday: I decided to serve rice and found a recipe which said, "Wash
thoroughly before steaming the rice." So I heated some water and took a bath
before steaming the rice. Sounded kinda silly in the middle of the week. I
can't say it improved the rice any.
Thursday: Today Bob asked for salad again. I tried a new recipe. It said,
"Prepare ingredients, then toss on a bed of lettuce one hour before
serving." I hunted all over the garden by my mom's. So I tossed my salad
into the bed of lettuce and stood over there one hour so the dog would not
take it. Bob came over and asked if I felt all right. I wonder why?
Friday: Today I found an easy recipe for cookies. It said, "Put all
ingredients in a bowl and beat it." Beat it I did, right over to my mom's
house. There must have been something wrong with the recipe, because when I
came back home again it looked the same as when I left it.
Saturday: Bob went shopping today and brought home a chicken. He asked me to
dress it for Sunday. I'm sure I don't know how hens dress for Sunday. I
never noticed back on the farm, but I found a doll dress and some little
shoes. I thought the hen looked real cute. When Bob saw it, I wondered why
he counted to 10.
Sunday: Today Bob's folks came to dinner. I wanted to serve roast, but all
we had in the icebox, was hamburger. So I put it in the oven and set the
controls for roast. Must be the oven, because it still came out hamburger.
Good night, Dear Diary. This has been an exciting week. I am eager for
tomorrow to come, so I can try a new recipe on Bob.