I am getting such a kick out of my late grandmother’s sense of humour that I can’t sit up for laughing. Laugh with me, please. It’s hilarious. What a sense of humour the woman had. Gawd I miss her.
My friend, Betty, is depressed. She says that she doesn’t know why.
I can think of reasons why she’s depressed and how to get her out of it with the same examples to prove that there’s a rainbow behind everything.
- She’s 92 years old. (She’s 92 years old….how many people can say that?)
- Her family doesn’t come around much. (Her family doesn’t come around much…she doesn’t have to hand them out money or listen to their bitching. Be grateful.)
- She says that her mind isn’t as sharp as it used to be and she’s forgetting a lot of things. (Remembering everything ain’t what it’s cracked up to be. When you don’t remember things, you can tell people off then say, “I don’t remember saying that.” It gets you out of a lot of trouble when you really just wanted to tell someone off!)
- Her hands and legs don’t work without…
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