Two delicate flowers of Southern womanhood were conversing on the porch swing of a large white-pillared mansion.
The first woman said, "When my first child was born, my husband built this beautiful mansion for me."
The second woman commented, "Well, isn't that nice."
The first woman continued "When my second child was born, my husband bought me that fine Cadillac automobile you see parked in the drive."
Again, the second woman commented, "Well, isn't that nice."
The first woman boasted "Then, when my third child was born, my husband bought me this exquisite diamond bracelet."
Yet again, the second woman commented "Well, isn't that nice."
The first woman then asked her companion, "What did your husband buy for you when you had your first child?"
The second woman replied "My husband sent me to charm school."
"Charm school!" the first woman cried "land sakes, child, what on Earth for?"
The second woman responded, "So that instead of saying 'who cares?', I learned to say 'Well, isn't that nice.'"
4 comments:
I have wanted to say that many times, havent you? lol
LOL. Funny. I think we all have the same kind of thought and speech—just different words.
Southern women know just how to cut with butter. lol
I over heard my Dad's sister just giving us kids down the road in the waiting room of the hospital when we arrived, and I went up to her and hugged her and told her "We love you and so please don't talk bad about us."Score zero for the Aunt and one for me. The room went Silent. My sister could not believe I did that and I told her kindness was the cure for those who speak ill of someone.
Sad that someone feels the need to be in the one-up-man-ship game. "Contentment is great gain."
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