Well, we almost had a guest writer tonight.
On Monday, while I was sleeping my life away after being hit by an eighteen-wheeler, Charity took my phone and wrote a post in my note app because she didn’t know if I would be able to write anything that evening.
I woke up in time and wrote a post real quick. But tonight, I’m exhausted again. I feel like I’ve been run over by a snow blower. I told Charity how I felt, and she suggested I post the story she wrote in my notes.
So I went to my notes and found her story. I hadn’t read it up to that point. She wrote it from my perspective about something that happened that morning before I went to work. I made some coffee and brought her a cup.
She bragged about me in the story. But since she wrote it from my perspective, it makes it look like I think I’m the best man to ever walk the Earth. She wrote how it made her feel, which I wouldn’t have written about since I didn’t know how she felt about the cup of coffee.
People would believe I bragged myself up one side and down the other and told them how good of a person I am for bringing her a cup of coffee. They would’ve thought I considered myself the epitome of being a successful husband.
But I can’t post that story. I’m too humble. And the Lord knows I ain’t perfect.
But if that’s how she feels about being brought a cup of coffee, buddy, you can bet I’m about to start bringing her three cups of coffee in the morning.
Boy howdy. Yes sir.
to the morale boosters,
– Caleb
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