I was still in bed this morning. The Pastor had just left to teach his 8 a.m. class. My phone, in the windowsill, beeped that I had a new message. So I stayed in bed for a moment fantasizing and romanticisizing what the message said. Maybe:
"You are fabulous and I love you."
or maybe...
"Your hair looked really pretty yesterday."
perhaps...
"Being married to you is the best thing that ever happened to me."
"I wish I was still snuggled up next to you."
or even...
"Thanks for going to eat tortilla soup and guacamole AGAIN with me last night."
I'd settle for...
"I'm sorry I farted on you this morning."
So I creeped out of bed and read my message. Here it is:
"Please bring me my belt".
OK, not quite what I had expected.
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You are so hilarious! I read your blog quite frequently and was beginning to worry that you were ill or that some sort of foulplay had happened to you when you weren't blogging all the time! I'm glad to see you're back on the net! God bless.
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