A businessman entered an elevator, where a cheerful blonde greeted him with, “T-G-I-F.”
Smiling, he replied, “S-H-I-T.”
Confused, she repeated, “T-G-I-F,” slowly.
The man again responded, “S-H-I-T.”
Trying to keep things friendly, she smiled wider and said, “T-G-I-F.”
The man replied once more, “S-H-I-T.”
Finally, the blonde explained, “‘T-G-I-F’ means ‘Thank God, It’s Friday!’ Get it?”
The man answered, “S-H-I-T means ‘Sorry, Honey, It’s Thursday’—duuhhh.”
After my husband Dale died, my daughter Michelle and her husband Todd offered me a place in their basement. They called it a family solution, but the…
Inside the envelope was a letter Dale had written several months before his death. He explained that he had arranged his finances carefully because he wanted me…
A few days later, I visited Michelle without mentioning Dale’s letter. Todd was discussing household expenses when he casually brought up the basement arrangement again. He explained…
Margaret helped me find a comfortable one-bedroom apartment in a quiet neighborhood. It had large windows, a small balcony, and an elevator. The rent was affordable, and…
Two weeks after moving into my apartment, Michelle called. Her voice was unusually gentle. She explained that childcare had become difficult to manage and that Todd was…
A few days later, Michelle visited my apartment alone. She looked tired and admitted that she had allowed Todd to make the arrangement seem reasonable because she…