Three old ladies are sitting around a table playing bridge and bragging about their sons. “My Freddie,” said Margaret. “Everyone should be so lucky to have a son like my Freddie. Once a week he brings me a huge bouquet of flowers. He’s constantly taking me out to restaurants to eat, and if I so much as hint that I want something the next morning it’s on my doorstep.”
“That’s very nice about your Freddie,” says Gertrude. “But with all due respect, when I think about the way my Sammy takes care of me, it just can’t compare. Every morning as soon as I wake up he greets me with bacon and freshly brewed coffee. Every lunch he comes over and cooks me a gourmet lunch, and every supper he brings me to his house for supper. He truly treats me like a queen.”
“WELL!” Says Barbara. “I don’t want to make any of you feel bad or anything, but wait until you hear about my Harry. Twice a week he pays someone $200 an hour just so he can lie on their couch and talk to them. Who do you think he talks about at those prices?" asks Barbara with a big smile, “I’ll tell you who he speaks about! ALL HE SPEAKS ABOUT IS ME!”
Five years ago today: Worth Getting In The Car
LOL, I'm not so sure I'm not Barbara.
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ReplyDeleteFreddie and Sammy are doomed. Good luck to Harry on breaking all the way free. 😆
ReplyDeleteYou’re probably right.
DeleteSome people, (women), are never satisfied. Every morning I go downstairs and then up again and get my wife a cup of tea in my pajamas. Is she grateful, and does she tell everyone about it?
ReplyDeleteNO ... she says she prefers it in a cup.
God bless.
I would think that tea in a cup would make it much easier to add cream and sugar, should you desire them.
DeleteHa!
ReplyDeleteHmmm... I'm not any of those women.
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