LET HER DIG….
July 13th, 2005
A former friend of mine was married to a great gal;
unfortunately, he had to put up with his wife’s mother who
was a very cranky and spiteful person. In the morning
when my buddy got up to go to work, his mother-in-law would
sneak around a hallway corner and hiss at him, “If you
don’t treat my daughter right when I die I’ll dig up from
the grave and haunt you!”
When the poor guy would stop in for lunch, his mother-in-
law would blurt out while hiding behind a drape, “If you
don’t treat my daughter right when I die, I’ll dig up from
the grave and haunt you. Alas, in the evening while having
a well-deserved cocktail, my friend’s mother-in-law would
pop up from behind the bar and say, “If you don’t treat my
daughter right when I die, I’ll dig up from the grave and
haunt you.”
Well, I happened to bump into my buddy a month ago and
while having a beer I asked him how his mother-in-law was
feeling. He said, she isn’t feeling anything; she died two
months ago!” I quickly asked him if he was worried about
her ominous threat? He said, “Hell, no! I buried her face
down; let her dig; I don’t care!”