Wednesday, December 23, 2009
It was December. Our son stepped carefully onto the black asphalt in the cold snap of his first winter in his new state.
"Why are you walking like that?" a friend asked.
"Black ice," he responded, well remembering foot and tire slips and slides on the tricky stuff. Then he straightened up, and grinned sheepishly at his friend, realizing that 60 degrees was, indeed, cold for Arizona, but most likely not cold enough to form ice.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Probably an old one; I'd not heard this one before; obviously, neither did Uncle Alan.
Did Dear Husband make it up?
Uncle Alan: (seriously asking at breakfast) What's the difference between a melon and a cantalope?
DH: One is married.
DH: A melon is single since it cantalope.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Thirty or so years ago, my now-husband brought me a glass snow globe back from Sweden, in which to hold a tea candle. Every winter for thirty or so years, I have lit candles in the pretty little thing. Last year, with company in the house (of course), I tried unsuccessfully to light the candle in the snow globe. When I complained to my hubby, he responded that he'd replaced the wax candle with one of the new battery candles which flickered. Now our fake candle has an authentic black-charred tip.