I am happily married to 98% of the time. I love my husband dearly, he is my best friend and the nail to my coffin :-). However, there are days, when I want to whack him the frying pan and I assume he feels the same way. There are days, when we seem to talk two different languages. It took me 30+ years of marriage, but I finally found the answer:
I read Mark’s post today and it made me laugh so hard. I just joked with him, that I started to list “searching for glasses” now under hobbies and interests…
Oh, I had to laugh about today’s prompt and even though I am in puppy-raising vacation, I couldn’t help it and wanted to write something about it.
My Grandmother was a wise woman , she taught me a lot. She too had a great sense of humor, so I am certain the following list would make her laugh.
GOD: “Frank, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there on the planet? What happened to the dandelions, violets, milkweeds and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon.
One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed little Alex standing in the foyer of the church staring up at a large plaque. It was covered with names and small American flags mounted on either side of it.
The following are examples from a book called “Disorder in the American Courts” and I would like to give you a fair warning: “Stop eating, chewing and drinking before you start reading.” I almost choked on my cookie. This are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters, who had the torment of staying calm, while these exchanges were actually taking place.
After such a long time, there it was…a positive daily prompt. I couldn’t believe my eyes this touched my heart. I had given up hope. I was certain there wouldn’t be another one in my lifetime and they had just proven me wrong. A positive prompt…what a beautiful sight it was, it had me all choked up and tears were running down my face. This calls for a special celebration, I should go and get me some chocolate ice cream.
I just finished reading a book again, that I read for the first time over 20 years ago. We had a community garage sale a few weeks back and I stopped at one of my neighbors house and there it was, the book that I wanted to read again was for sale on her table for 25 cents. I grabbed it quickly, couldn’t believe how lucky I was. I paid and held the book tight.
I was mad and felt upset and so were my friends and my husband. We couldn’t believe they wanted to raise the price to 1 Dollar. Who did they think we were? Rockefeller? We worked hard for our money and it seemed just outrages and unfair.
