My sister, went to the department store to check out the bridal registry of our niece whose wedding was coming up soon. When my sister returned from the store, she tossed the gift list on a table and declared, I think shes too young to get married.

Why do you say that? I asked.

Because, she said, they registered for Nintendo games.

Years ago, the chaplain of the football team at Notre Dame was a beloved old Irish priest.

At confession one day, a football player told the priest that he had acted in an unsportsmanlike manner at a recent football game. I lost my temper and said some bad words to one of my opponents. Ahhh, thats a terrible thing for a Notre Dame lad to be doin, the priest said. He took a piece of chalk and drew a mark across the sleeve of his coat.

Thats not all, Father. I got mad and punched one of my opponents.

Saints preserve us! the priest said, making another chalk mark.

Theres more. As I got out of a pileup, I kicked two of the other teams players in the . . . in a sensitive area.

Oh, goodness me! the priest wailed, making two more chalk marks on his sleeve. Who in the world were we playin when you did these awful things?

Southern Methodist.

Ah, well, said the priest, wiping his sleeve, boys will be boys.

I have changed my system for labeling homemade freezer meals. I used to carefully note in large clear letters, Meatloaf or Pot Roast or Steak and Vegetables or Chicken and Dumplings or Beef Pot Pie.

However, I used to get frustrated when I asked my husband what he wanted for dinner because he never asked for any of those things. So, I decided to stock the freezer with what he really likes.

If you look in my freezer now youll see a whole new set of labels. Youll find dinners with neat little tags that say: Whatever, Anything, I Dont Know, I Dont Care, Something Good, or Food. My frustration is now reduced because no matter what my husband replies when I ask him what he wants for dinner, I know that it is there waiting.