How He Met My Mother

I was widowed in my mid 50's and decided there was no way I was spending the next 30 years alone. It was difficult explaining this to my mother who believed that one husband was enough for any woman. After a couple of years I met this nice man who thought he could tolerate me and we went to approach Mom. As he entered her room in the nursing home he said, "Hi, Verna. My name is Chuck. How are you?" Her frustrated reply was, "How do you think I am? I haven't taken a crap in 3 weeks." After that awkward first meeting she grew to love him too and looked forward to his visits. A few months later, bless his heart, he married me in spite of my mother!