Two Southern belles were rocking on the porch of a breathtaking, white-pillared estate. The first woman, desperate to flex her status, gestured widely to the grounds. “When my firstborn arrived, my adoring husband built me this magnificent mansion.”
The second lady took a slow sip of her iced tea, smiled serenely, and murmured, “Well, isn’t that nice?”
“And when our second came along,” the braggy belle continued, “he gifted me that pristine, top-of-the-line Cadillac sparkling in the driveway.”
Again, the second woman nodded smoothly. “Well, isn’t that nice?”
“But when the third arrived,” she grinned, flashing her wrist, “he bought me this flawless, custom-cut diamond bracelet.”
True to form, the friend replied with effortless grace, “Well, isn’t that nice?”
Slightly irritated by the utter lack of jealousy, the first woman snapped, “My goodness, child! What did your husband give you after your first delivery?”
The second lady flashed a sugary-sweet, venomous smile. “He paid an absolute fortune to send me to an elite, high-society charm school.”
“Charm school? Land sakes, whatever for?”
The second lady leaned in close and whispered:
“So that instead of saying ‘Who gives a crap,’ I could gracefully say, ‘Well, isn’t that nice?'”
