A man in Jacksonville calls his son in San Diego the
day before Thanksgiving and says, 'I 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 screams.
We can't stand the sight of each other any longer,'
the father says. 'We're sick of each other, and
I'm sick of talking about this, so you call your sister
in Denver and tell her.'

Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the
phone. 'Like heck they're getting divorced,' she
shouts, 'I'll take care of this,'

She calls Jacksonville immediately, and screams at her
father, 'You are NOT getting divorced. Don't do a
single thing until I get there. I'm calling my brother
back, and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then,
don't do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?' and hangs up.

The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife.
'Sweetie,' he says, 'they're coming for
Thanksgiving and paying their own way.'