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Friday Funnies ~ Mother of the Bride

Janet's wedding day was fast approaching. Nothing could dampen her excitement - not even her parent's nasty divorce. Her mother had found the PERFECT dress to wear, and would be the best-dressed mother-of-the-bride ever! A week later, Janet was horrified to learn that her father's new, young wife had bought the exact same dress as her mother! Janet asked her father's new young wife to exchange it, but she refused. ''Absolutely not! I look like a million bucks in this dress, and I'm wearing it,'' she replied. Janet told her mother who graciously said, ''Never mind sweetheart.. I'll get another dress. After all, it's your special day.''

A few days later, they went shopping, and did find another gorgeous dress for her mother. When they stopped for lunch, Janet asked her mother, ''Aren't you going to return the other dress? You really don't have another occasion where you could wear it..." Her mother just smiled and replied, ''Of course I do, dear. I'm wearing it to the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding.''


Friday Funnies is hosted by Kim at Homesteader's Heart.




Comments

  1. Oh THAT is just too funny. Oh sweet revenge!!! Loved it my friend. Thank you so much for sharing it!!
    Happy Friday
    Kim

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  2. WOW! That would get her! Cute and funny story, thanks for sharing.

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  3. You always brighten my day! Sending great big hugs, love, and prayers your way.
    Andrea

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  4. Oh My Mary....that is tooo cute :) Sounds like she might be a little melancholy LOL because a sanguine wouldn't think that far ahead ;)

    I pray you have a blessed weekend for of Peace and JOY my friend....I love you and am praying for you

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  5. You never run out of these funny stories and we sure are loving them! Thank you for the laugh! Have a great weekend sister and God bless and protect you always.

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  6. I love it! lol What a savvy Mom!
    Thank you for sharing! I hope you have a beautiful weekend!

    Much love,

    Andrea

    P.S. Did you ever find a recipe for sweet potato pie? My aunt makes a wonderful one, but she has no recipe. She just throws things together. My cookbooks are packed away due to the fire, or I would be happy to look for one.

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  7. Hi, I am visiting from Kim's blog.... that story is toooo funny!

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  8. LOL! I LOVE it! Thanks ever so for brightening a dreary, rainy day!

    Have a JESUS-filled day! ^i^

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  9. OOOO that is naughty :)
    What a perdicament

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