Tact?

In May Chuck posted this joke, which I am blatantly copying (with maybe a word or two changed here or there) today.


I just want you all to know that I will not be posting tomorrow.

Have kind of a busy day planned. Am FInally going to get to cash in the coupon my Darling GrandDaughter (DGD) gave me last Christmas (!!!), in which I would be treated to a movie.

We've had just an awful time agreeing on a movie, first off. Secondly, she's quite the social gadabout!

BUT, tomorrow we are going to see The Secret Life of Bees. I am SO excited!


However, you should not be the least bit surprised if you click on to my site late tomorrow and see a pic taken of me a couple or three years ago out at DD's place in Katy (before they put in the pool).

We were playing badminton in their pretty good-sized backyard, and my daughter captured me mid guffaw. (I was having a really good time!)

She tells me that it's 'ready to be uploaded', whatever that means. Look for it, OK?


Before or after the movie and uploading, we are hoping to catch a game (or two) of ban/anagrams. Remember that post? What fun!

Then, tomorrow evening, I have a team game scheduled with one of my regular bridge partners. And so, all in all, a very busy day -- and one filled with just a ton of fun!



Ready for Chuck's joke? It's called "Tact", as above, and here it is.


When Tom went on vacation, he left his beloved cat, Blackie, with his sister, Joan. Three days into his trip, Tom called back to check on things.

"So, how is my cat?" Tom asked.

"He's dead!" replied Joan. No nonsense. Straight to the point.

"What?!?" screamed Tom. "You can't just hit somebody with news like that! You have to ease your way into it. Lay some groundwork for it. Use some tact."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Maybe you could have said something about Blackie being up on the roof. You reassure me you have it under control and that everything is going to be fine. When I call the next day, maybe you could say he jumped off and broke his leg but the vet said he would make a complete recovery. He's just going to have to spend a few days at the clinic," he explained. "Understand what I'm saying?"

"Of course," said Joan. "I'm not stupid, you know!"

"Okay," Fred continued. "When I call back the next day, you could say there were complications and that my cat had died. That way it wouldn't be such a blow, and you could have prepared me for bad news. Right?"

"Yeah, I've got it," she told him. "I'll try to be more tactful from now on."

"Good," said Fred. "I'm glad that's settled. So how's Aunt Alice?"

And after a very long pause, Joan hesitantly began, "Well, she's up on the roof right now."