A woman went to her doctor.
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 and gave the woman
their condolences.
After the friends left, the woman's daughter
leaned over and whispered,
'Mama, I thought you said you were dying
of cancer, and you just told your friends you
were dying of AIDS.'
The woman said, 'I don' t want any of those
bitches sleeping with your father after I'm gone.'
That's 'Putting Your Affairs In Order
