My wife and I =
had this long argument about the appropriate shoes to wear when =
gardening.
She =
wouldn’t listen and kept digging in her =
heels.
At the bakery, =
I saw a long stick of bread posed for a photo, not for =
sale.
Evidently, it =
was a roll model.
We were =
driving to see the Golden Gate in person when my wife asked, “What =
will you do when you finally see it?”.
I told her, =
“Let’s just cross that bridge when we get =
there.”
My wife said =
she wants to donate her old clothes to the thrift store, so starving =
people can buy and wear them.
I told her =
that anyone who can fit in her clothes certainly isn’t =
starving.
~~
Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net =
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I =
Love!"