I was sorting through some of my deceased mother-in-law's things and found a package of little magazines from the 1950's. Does anyone remember the Kitchen Klatter magazine? Women listened to a homemaker radio program from Shenandoah, Iowa, subscribed to their magazine, and bought their vanilla.

Anyway, a little joke from one of them:

People tell me my memory isn't what it used to be, but really there are only three things I can't remember: I can't remember names, I can't remember faces...and I can't remember what the third thing is.

So I called my girlfriend and read it to her. She said, "I'm so forgetful I can hide my own Easter Eggs!"