Putting Your Affairs In Order


The doctor, after
an examination, sighed and said, 'I've some bad news.  You have
cancer, and you'd best put your affairs in order.'

   
The woman was shocked, but managed
to compose herself and walk into the waiting room where her daughter had
been waiting.
   
Well, daughter, we
women celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don't
go so well. In this case, things aren't well. I have cancer. Let's head
to the club and have a martini.

   
After 3 or 4 martinis, the two
were feeling a little less somber.  There were some laughs and more
martinis. They were eventually approached by some of the woman's old
friends, who were curious as to   what the two were
celebrating.
   
The woman told her
friends they were drinking to her impending end.  I've been
diagnosed with AIDS. The friends were aghast, gave the woman  their
condolences and beat a hasty retreat.

   
After the friends left, the
woman's daughter leaned over and  whispered, Momma, I thought you
said you were dying of cancer, and you  just told your friends you
were dying of AIDS! Why did you do that??

   
Because I don't want any of those
bitches sleeping with your father  after I'm gone.

   
And THAT, my friends, is what is
called, 'Putting Your Affairs in
Order