Happy Birthday to My Mama

Mama is the youngest of four girls. Many of you heard some good stories about my Aunt Bonnie - "You know what I mean?"

Aunt Bonnie is older than Mama by a couple of years. Five minutes before midnight of the day that Bonnie turned 40 years old, Mama called her and told her that in five minutes her hair would turn grey, her skin would wrinkle, every part would sag . . . you get the picture. Mama laid it on pretty thick. You would NEVER guess that she's capable of that, would you?

So, Mama's three older sisters all swore that they would get Mama when it was her turn to turn 40.

Mama figures that it's two years away and they would all forget. Who would remember a grudge that long?

But the three sisters kept dropping hints that they had not forgotten. After a while, Mama got a bit nervous. As her own 40th birthday approached, it was apparent that her sisters had remembered what she had done to Bonnie.

So she decided to take action. Take the matter into her own hands. She's like that, ya know?

So she had three custom-made T-shirts made and sent to her sisters:

Her sisters never did do anything back. I wonder why?

Happy Birthday Mama! And many more!