Two Southern Belles were chatting on the porch of a grand white-pillared mansion

The first lady said proudly, “When my first child was born, my husband built me this beautiful mansion.”
The second smiled and replied, “Well, isn’t that nice?”
The first continued, “When my second child was born, he bought me that fine Cadillac out front.”
Again, the second woman responded, “Well, isn’t that nice?”
“And when my third child was born,” the first said with a grin, “he gave me this dazzling diamond bracelet.”
The second lady, as always, replied sweetly, “Well, isn’t that nice?”

“Tell me,” one asked, “What happened to your son?”
“Oh, my poor son!” sighed the mother.
“His marriage is so unfortunate. He ended up with a girl who doesn’t lift a finger around the house. She spends all day in bed, either sleeping or lounging and reading. Can you believe he even brings her breakfast in bed?”
“That’s terrible,” said her friend. “And your daughter?”
“Ah, she’s so fortunate! She married an angel. He insists she doesn’t do anything around the house. Every morning, he brings her breakfast in bed. She can sleep as long as she wants and just relax all day.”

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