A limerick for Mrs. Stephen Fry on the day of her book launching "Mrs. Fry's Diary"

There once was a woman named Edna, Who found that she couldn't benda. She went to the Doc, who found on the spot, that Edna was having a Brenda! 10-15-10

A Unusual story of how I met my Husband.

'Twas a month before I turned sixteen years old. It was a gloomy dull, cold and damp Sunday in 1962 and I had a bad case of tonsillitis. I felt puffy, painful and and oh so ugly. My girlfriend was in the process of setting me up on a blind date with her boyfriend's friend, Dick. I only chatted with him briefly on the telephone weeks earlier. I didn't think much of it because all of my blind dates had been pretty much horrific, boring and a waste of time, for me and my date.

My girlfriend, Sue, said she'd come over that day and keep me company. I wasn't in the mood but she liked to get out of the house and away from her domineering Mother. I think my Mother, a single Mom, happened to be working that day. I can't remember for sure but I know she wasn't home. My sister Jo happened to be home too. I looked pretty awful. I had slugged around all weekend. I had not showered, done my hair or had any make-up on. I hadn't been eating or drinking much because it hurt to swallow. I looked like hell too without make-up, believe you me! This day I even looked worse because having a fever is not great for your skin color either. I felt puffy, therefore, I looked puffy. I was in my pajamas and robe.

Sue was there for a short time when she exclaimed that Dick was coming over to meet me. OMG!!!! Being a typical teenager I became hysterical and started that high pitched shrill that comes out of a girl my age, a very loud shrill. I was a typical teenager. I started to panic. What do I do? What do I do? I didn't have any clothing that was pressed or wearable. Since I hadn't ironed, I decided to wear my Mother's clothes. She didn't have any clothing that I cared for. It was a bad mistake only it wasn't the last. The clothes were not what would be the appropriate outfit a girl my age would wear. Next, in my hysteria, I put on my Mom's face powder which was way too light for my complexion and made my face look as pale as a sheet. Her "rouge," which we call blush these days, was in a tiny round cased with a tiny powder puff to apply it on my cheeks. It made me looked like Bozo the clown with 2 round dots of rouge on my cheeks.

Dick pulled up in his car outside. I decided he couldn't see me the way I was dressed so I ran down two flights of stairs faster than I had moved in days, and down to the basement, while telling Sue not to let him see me. It didn't work. She sent him down the basement anyway. It was an awful dark place with a dirt floor and coal dust sprinkled all over it from coal being carried with a shovel from the coal bin over to the furnace. We were one of the few homes still using coal back then. I ran to the coal bin and closed the door. I could hear footsteps coming down the stairs, then across the wooden floor. Dick must have seen me close the door of the coal bin. OMG, he opened the door! I thought my days on earth had ended. If not, I wanted it to. I wanted to be swallowed up by something so that he wouldn't see the mess I made of my self.

When I looked at him, his expression was happy and slightly laughing at my silly antics. He had, I discovered, a great sense of humor. He appeared with great big brown eyes and I instantly liked his personality.

We dated on and off for two years and got married in 1965. We now have been married 46 years and have one Daughter and 2 Grandchildren.

He's a great guy.