Two delicate flowers
of Southern womanhood were conversing on the porch swing of a large
white-pillared mansion.
The first woman said, "When my first child was born, my husband built this
beautiful mansion for me."
The second woman commented, "Well, isn't that nice."
The first woman continued "When my second child was born, my husband
bought me that fine Cadillac automobile you see parked in the drive."
Again, the second woman commented, "Well, isn't that nice."
The first woman boasted "Then, when my third child was born, my husband
bought me this exquisite diamond bracelet."
Yet again, the second woman commented "Well, isn't that nice."
The first woman then asked her companion, "What did your husband buy for
you when you had your first child?"
The second woman replied "My husband sent me to charm school."
"Charm school!" the first woman cried "land sakes, child, what
on Earth for?"
The second woman responded, "So that instead of saying 'who cares?', I
learned to say 'Well, isn't that nice.'"
The last thing I would ever think regarding Southern ladies is the word "delicate". There is a reason for nicknames like Steel Magnolias and spine of steel, covered in velvet.
ReplyDeleteWhen they choke the cat with butter, it is something to witness.
I love Southern women. One of my favorites is Nathalie Dupree. She is a cookbook author and used to have a cooking show. She was awesome.
Especially when she lit one of her expensive oven mitts on fire on her cooktop and calmly put it out, all the while telling us how important it was to "do as I say, not as I do".
And only in Georgia can you find a little town named Social Circle.
I think Northern women, aka Yankees, are more likely to be delicate.
I think Northern women, aka Yankees, are more likely to be delicate.
ReplyDeleteYou never met my mother in law.
You never met my mother in law.
ReplyDelete*snort*