… it started out a pretty day and then a storm blew up and the pretty arbor I’d decorated with silk flowers blew over. Thanks, Hazel for putting it back up.
…. the upstairs bathroom pipes broke and all the water came through the kitchen ceiling. Thanks, PD, for fixing that.
… the Justice of the Peace backed out of the driveway and was nearly creamed by an oncoming car. Thanks, Lord.
… PD and I got married anyway. 🙂
I Love You, Buddy. Thanks for askin’. (And thanks for waitin’.)