Three little words.

chicken. Lovely question for me today!

I was ill yesterday and nearly all night with horrible migraine and painful sickness. Still feeling grim I am muddling around, in my pjs this a.m. and the Amazon big monthly heavy delivery arrived for the dogs' food and puppy pads.
Unable to move well, with a puppy gate by the door and another smaller but similar parcel still on the floor by the door from yesterday, I didn't know what to do.

I began apologising and said I was a bit ill.

Huge smile from the young man. In a strong accent I think may be Nigerian, he told me to do nothing as he lifted the huge box over the puppy gate nearly falling over it himself. As he left he said:
"God bless you and keep you , in the name of Jesus our Saviour!"

I felt as though the Spirit had washed right through me and I was healed.

gillyjp. Oh my dear, I am so sorry.

grannyteddy . So sorry. Words inadequate. Tx

grannyactivist. I'm so very sorry.

Sorry. He's gone

After I had received a phone call that my DH had taken a turn for the worse, and dashed to the hospital.

Brexit's been cancelled
Mum I'm/DDiL is pregnant
Please stay Grandma

Me too!!!

No your bum doesn’t look big in that skirt/dress.

WOW, there are some real lump-in-the-throat answers here.

Your'e a HYPOCRITE

From my adult daughter who has not spoken to me for 6 years

to Grannyteddy. My late husband got that too.
It is terminal.
For my lymphoma - You're in remission.
I'm going off to have a cry.

Your'e a HYPOCRITE

From my adult daughter who has not spoken to me for 6 years.

The best Granny.

It’s a boy.

It’s a girl.

“It’s your age”.
This is used for every illness, once you hit sixty five”

You look young

I love you.

Marry me please.

It's a boy!

We're getting married.

You're a grandma.

Love you Nana.

Sorry, he's gone.

I am pregnant.
Is it yours?
Are you sure?
All of you?
Lights were off
Oh my God.
Boys had fun.
It was fun.
I thought so.
I know you.
I could tell.
How could you?
Obviously, the size.
The size counts?
No mistaking it.
Do it again?
Sure, why not.
Get in line.
Okay, you're first.
Thanks. Next please.
Pregnant? What, again!

You could create an entire short story with lines of three words. Anyone care to add the next 10 lines?

You look nice.

Have you lost weight?

My 10 month old grandson with a phone held to his ear by his mum saying come ...nannan ...come .... I dropped everything and went ! Ahhhh

I’ve had enough.
What d ‘ya mean?
I’m being serious.
Nah you’re not.
I am. Listen.
It’s over now.
I’m worth more.
Don’t be daft.
See you around!
In your dreams.

You're a millionaire!

I’ll pop back. My youngest, 14 years ago just before Christmas, leaving with two weeks’ notice for the other side of the world with a new boyfriend. She’s still there, still with him.

Minerva that must have been - still is - so hard for you

Result is Brexit

Life's to short