There was a man in Phoenix who called his son in New York the day before Thanksgiving, and he said, “Hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing. Forty-five years of misery is enough.”
“POP WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” the son screamed.
“Well, we can’t stand the sight of each other and we’re sick of each other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Chicago and you tell her.”
So the son rather frantic calls his sister, who explodes on the phone, “There is no way they are getting divorced. I will take care of this.”
So she calls Phoenix immediately and screams at her dad, “YOU ARE NOT GETTING DIVORCED. Don’t do a single thing until I get there. I’m calling my brother back, we’ll be there tomorrow, until then, don’t do a thing. Do you hear me?
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife and says, “Okay, they’re coming for Thanksgiving, and they’re paying their own way.”
~Dr. David Jeremiah