The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, "I've got
some bad news. You have cancer, and you'd best put your affairs in
order."
The woman was shocked, but managed to compose herself and walk
into the waiting room where her daughter had been waiting.
"Well, daughter, we women celebrate when things are good, and we
celebrate when things don't go so well. In this case, things aren't
well. I have cancer. So, let's head to the club and have a martini."
After 3 or 4 martinis, the two were feeling a little less somber. There were some laughs and more martinis. They were eventually
approached by some of the woman's old friends, who were curious as to
what the two were celebrating.
The woman told her friends they were drinking to her impending
end. "I've been diagnosed with AIDS.."
The friends were aghast, gave the woman their condolences and
beat a hasty retreat.
After the friends left, the woman's daughter leaned over and
whispered, "Momma, I thought you said you were dying of cancer, and you
just told your friends you were dying of AIDS! Why did you do that?"
"Because I don't want any of those bitches sleeping with your
father after I'm gone."
And THAT, my friends, is what is called, "Putting Your Affairs
In Order."
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
Women are angels, but, when someone breaks there wings, they simply
continue to fly on a broomstick.
There flexible like that !
