Special Occasion

> My mother taught me to read when I was four
> years old
> (her first mistake).
> One day, I was in the bathroom and noticed one
> of the cabinet doors was ajar. I read the box in the
> cabinet.
> I then asked my mother why she was keeping
> ‘napkins’ in the bathroom. Didn’t they belong in the kitchen?
> Not wanting to burden me with unnecessary facts, she
> told me that those were for ” special occasions”
> (her second mistake).
> Now fast forward a few months….It’s
> Thanksgiving Day,
> and my folks are leaving to pick up my uncle
> and his
> wife for dinner. Mom had assignments for all of
> us
> while they were gone. Mine was to set the table.
> (her third mistake)
> When they returned, my uncle came in first and immediately burst into
> Next came his
> wife who gasped, then began giggling. Next came
> my father, who roared with laughter. Then came
> Mom, who almost died of embarrassment when
> she saw each place setting on the table with a
> “special occasion” napkin at each plate, with
> the fork carefully arranged on top. I had even tucked
> the little tail in so they didn’t hang off the
> edge!!
> My mother asked me why I used these and, of
> course, my response sent the other adults
> into further fits of laughter. “But, Mom, you
> SAID they were for special occasions!!!”
> Pass this on to Girlfriends who need a good laugh

Lillian sent me this one today.

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