You’ve killed the lawn just before the wedding. What’s a father of the bride to do?

Not exactly what he had in mind

Al B of Hartland reports: “A friend from Hayward was sprucing up his palatial estate before his daughter’s wedding, which was to be held at the family home. He was scurrying about like a sack of squirrels.

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Does your garden always have room for more flowers? Maybe not!

Life as we know it

Sharon of Roseville: “There are some truths in life that are indisputable:

“You can never have too many books, ever.

“And your garden always has room for more flowers.

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The first-wave Baby Boomers always bring three things to a party: (1) themselves, (2) their ailments, and (3) . . . ?

Know thy classmates! Know thyself!
Culminating in: The great comebacks

DebK of Rosemount reports: “These days, I’m hardly ever the youngest one in a crowd. But at Sunday’s gathering of Taxman’s high-school classmates, I was the (comparative) spring chicken.

“I enjoyed that status — and my role, which was to prepare the evening meal for the reunees (which isn’t a word, but should be) while Taxman and his co-host, St. Roger the Farmhand, kept folks hydrated.

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“Have you been at the candy again?” she would sternly inquire.

His world (and welcome to it!)

Another family memoir, from Tim Torkildson: “My mother kept a candy dish on the coffee table in the living room. It was for adult company, not for children. Though I doubt she kept exact count of how many pieces of All Sorts were in the dish at any given moment, she did have an uncanny knack of knowing just when my stealthy hand had been picking through the mix for a yellow coconut piece.

“‘Have you been at the candy again?’ she would sternly inquire.

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Whattya mean you can’t sing? “Nonsense! Anyone can sing.”

Life as we know it

The Gram With a Thousand Rules: “Does anyone remember listening to the radio broadcast of ‘Your Hit Parade’? Each Saturday night, when ‘Your Hit Parade’ came on the air, my teenage siblings and my mother would settle down by the radio with tablets and pencils in hand to capture each word of the newest hit song.

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