Number . . . Happy Birthday Patty

I did it. I bought a gallon of stuff peddled by a traveling sales person. Miracle cleaner I tell you. At least when the fellow demonstrated it to me it worked. That was some twenty-five years ago.

Yesterday Patty and I were eating lunch. We were watching one of those remodeling shows. Call it inspiration for some projects we hope to complete this year. A commercial came on advertising some miracle cleaning thing or spice storage system, or something you may by for $9.99. Patty declared, “I want to try that!”

All I could remember was the ridicule I received, and rightly so, those twenty-five years ago. “You bought what? For how much?” Every time I broke that stuff out to clean something, which did not work quite lie it did when the fellow demonstrated it I heard, “How much did you pay for that?” Yes, I deserved it.

laughterPatty reasoned that it was her birthday tomorrow, which is today, so she should get to give several of these projects a test. Justification if I ever heard it. I already had her birthday present. We will also enjoy dinner and a local pre-screening of Selma on Tuesday. And, I started on one part of our current living room project soon to be library room yesterday. I could not bring myself to call the number on the television. Maybe the stuff works. Then again, I remember the gallon of stuff I bought all those years ago.

Here’s to hoping she likes what I bought for her birthday so that I don’t have to use the numbers she wrote down for that other stuff.

Happy Birthday Patty!

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Husband to Patty. Daddy to Kimberly and Tommie. Grandpa Doc to Cohen, Max, Fox, and Marlee. Pastor to Snow Hill Baptist Church. Graduate of Oklahoma Baptist University and Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary. Reading. Photography. Golf. Colorado. Jeeping. Friend. The views and opinions expressed here are my own and should not be construed as representing the corporate views of the church I pastor.