I'm hoping to phone Giac tomorrow morning. Had a PM today indicating she's still not getting great 'pudering. I want to know what she knows about spiders-- she's been sending me the most beautiful closeup photos of spiders... and shared this in a recent message:

I leave the porch light on all night to draw prey for my spider friends. Besides these two [referring to photos sent], there are six other writing spiders on nearby shrubs. The one on the orange background has quite a temper. She violently bounces her web up and down when she sees the camera. They have company from a fat, red spider, but only at night. She builds her web around 10 p.m. and reclaims the silk around 3 a.m.

I'll check here for any additional thoughts to pass on to her before I call her.

Oh, and she's still joking-- here are a few of the latest.

~S~

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WOMAN'S PERFECT BREAKFAST

She's sitting at the table with her gourmet coffee.
Her son is on the cover of the Wheaties box.
Her daughter is on the cover of Business Week.
Her boyfriend is on the cover of Playgirl.
And her husband is on the back of the milk carton.

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WOMEN'S REVENGE

"Cash, check, or charge?" I asked, after folding items the woman wished to purchase. As she fumbled for her wallet I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse.

"So, do you always carry your TV remote?" I asked.

"No," she replied, "but my husband refused to come shopping with me, so I figured this was the most legal evil thing I could do to him."

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UNDERSTANDING WOMEN

I know I'm not going to understand women. I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax, pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root, and still be afraid of a spider.

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And finally, this is too cute not to pass on...


A man walks into a pharmacy and wanders up and down the aisles. The sales girl notices him and asks him if she can help him. He answers that he is looking for a box of tampons for his wife.

She directs him down the correct aisle.

A few minutes later, he deposits a huge bag of cotton balls and ball of string on the counter. She says, confused, "Sir, I thought you were looking for some tampons for your wife?"

He answers, "You see, it's like this. Yesterday, I sent my wife to the store to get me a carton of cigarettes, and she came back with a tin of tobacco and some rolling papers; cause it's sooooooooooo much cheaper. So..... I figure if I have to roll my own ............ so does she."

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