Wow! I cannot believe this! Someone used a tag surfer that read, “I Hate My Husband” to locate my page? I have never at any time, under any circumstances, said that “I hated my husband!”
Now there was this time in a fox hole in Viet Nam back in the sixties when I wasn’t too fond of a guy, but hate?
I never use the word hate.
Good News! The Arkansas marriage-age-crisis is over. Youngsters in Arkansas no longer can marry. A law that mistakenly allowed anyone — even toddlers — to marry with parental permission was repealed by a measure signed last Wednesday by Gov. Mike Beebe.
Thus ending months of embarrassment for the state and confusion for a multitude of county clerks. (Huckabee, Beebe? Apparently to obtain political favor in that state, all you need in Arkansas are a lot of “bee’s” in your name? I guess it all looks the same on the ballot huh?)
Married children, that one is a hoot.
Arkansas Lawmakers didn’t realize until after the end of last year’s regular session that a law they approved, intended to establish 18 as the minimum age for marriage, instead it effectively removed the minimum age to marry entirely. Slight mistake huh?
All you had to have in Arkansas up until now was parental permission and nothing more. In Oklahoma you don’t have to have a lic. but I believe there is something in there about a 12 or 16 gauge shotgun clause.
I knew a guy that moved over to Arkansas to start a chicken farm. Lot of chickens in Arkansas, Tyson Foods is headquartered there, Wal*Mart too. Anyway this guy, he goes over there gets a bank loan, starts up this chicken ranch and a couple of months later he is back home.
Broke. Went bust. Tapped out tighter than a Government Assisted Home Loan Association in Toledo, Ohio.
I asked him, “What happened with the chicken ranch thing?” and he said, “They all died.” So I naturally inquired, “What killed them? And he shrugged his shoulders and said, “I dunno, I guess we planted them too deep.”
Now Y’all (Okie Talk), don’t get down on me about people from Arkansas and all that. They are really good people. I know a guy in Los Angeles and he told me that his Mom and Pop drove all the way out there to see him recently.
He asked his dad, “When did you and Ma leave Little Rock?” and the old man replied, “About five weeks ago.”
And the son, somewhat flabbergasted asked him, “What took you so long?”
The old man looked up and said, “Every time we looked up on that thar Interstate, there was these signs that said … Clean Rest Rooms ahead …. I’ll bet you, me and your Maw cleaned a hundred of them dang things!”
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