Just a little Funny for us to read

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Registered: 10-21-2003
Just a little Funny for us to read
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Fri, 07-23-2004 - 12:02pm
The Perfect Dress



The wedding day was fast approaching. Everything was ready, and nothing could dampen Jennifer's excitement, not even her parents' nasty divorce. Her mother, Sheila, had found the PERFECT dress to wear and would be the best dressed mother-of-the-bride EVER! A week later, Jennifer was horrified to learn her father's new young wife, Barb, had purchased the exact same dress! She asked Barb to exchange the dress, but Barb refused. "Absolutely not! 'm wearing this dress. I look like a million bucks in it!" Jennifer told her mother, who graciously replied, "Never mind, Sweetheart, I'll get another dress. After all, it's YOUR special day." Two weeks later Jennifer and her mother went shopping and found another awesome dress. When they stopped for lunch, Jennifer asked her mother, "What are you going to do with the first dress? Maybe you should return it. You really don't have any place to wear it."



YOU'RE GONNA LOVE THIS RESPONSE.....



Sheila grinned and replied, "Of course, I do, Dear!

I'm wearing it to the rehearsal dinner!"



Now what woman wouldn't like this story?!
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Registered: 03-19-2003
Fri, 07-23-2004 - 5:36pm

What a cool story...now, I'll share one:


The Yellow shirt


The baggy yellow shirt had long sleeves, four extra-large pockets trimmed in black thread and snaps up the front. It was faded from years of wear, but still in decent shape. I found it in 1963 when I was home from college on Christmas break, rummaging through bags of clothes Mom intended to give away. "You're not taking that old thing, are you?" Mom said when she saw me packing the yellow shirt. "I wore that when I was pregnant with your brother in 1954!"


"It's just the thing to wear over my clothes during art class, Mom.


Thanks!" I slipped it into my suitcase before she could object. The yellow shirt became a part of my college wardrobe. I loved it. After graduation, I wore the shirt the day I moved into my new apartment and on Saturday mornings when I cleaned.


The next year, I married. When I became pregnant, I wore the yellow shirt during big-belly days. I missed Mom and the rest of my family, since we were in Colorado and they were in Illinois. But that shirt helped. I smiled, remembering that Mother had worn it when she was pregnant, 15 years earlier. That Christmas, mindful of the warm feelings the shirt had given me, I patched one elbow, wrapped it in holiday paper and sent it to Mom. When Mom wrote to thank me for her "real" gifts, she said the yellow shirt was lovely.