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(Notes pinned to the pillow of a mother who has the flu by her
well-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 little late. I'm doing your door-to-door canvas for
liver research. Your lunch is in refrigerator. Hope you like leftover
chili.
Wednesday A.M.
Dear Doris: Why in the name of all that is sane
would you put soap powder in the flour canister! If you have time, could
you please come up with a likely spot for Chris's missing shoes? We've
checked the clothes hamper, garage, back seat of the car and wood box. Did
you know the school has a ruling on bedroom slippers? There's some cold
pizza for you on a napkin in the oven drawer. Will be late tonight.
Driving eight Girl Scouts to tour meatpacking
house.
Thursday A.M.
Doris: Don't panic over water in hallway. It
crested last night at 9 P.M. Will finish laundry tonight. Please pencil in
answers to following:
1. How do you turn on the garbage disposal?
2.
Why would that rotten kid leave his shoes in his boots?
3. How do you
remove a Confederate flag inked on the palm of a small boy's hand?
4.
What do you do with leftovers when they begin to snap at you when you open
the door?
I don't know what you're having for lunch! Surprise
me!
Friday
A.M.
Hey:
Don't drink from pitcher by the sink. Am trying to restore pink dress
shirt to original white. Take heart. Tonight, the ironing will be folded,
the house cleaned and the dinner on time. I called your
mother.
Received from You Make Me Laugh . Submitted by Debbie
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