I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with grass stains on my shoes from mowing Sister Schenck's lawn. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor's children. I want to be there with a little dirl under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived."
~Marjorie Pay Hinckley

Friday, July 31, 2009

Am I married to a black man?

Last week Anthony replaced the brakes and a motor mount on our car. At one point he came into the house to ask me something and I had to ask,
'Am I married to a black man?'
He was so black from grease. I wish I could have gotten a picture of his face but he was way under the car and getting annoyed that I was taking pictures of him.
On another note...
I am so thankful that I have a husband that knows his way around cars. He has saved us thousands of dollars through the years. I also know that there is no way the 'big blue boat' aka Bessie, would have made it this many years, and as much as I complain about her, she has gotten us through our college years. Thank you honey for all that you do for us.
Your amazing.




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1 comments:

Elder Larkin said...

Nothin' sexier than a man at work!

August 9, 2009 at 5:47 PM  

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