This morning, while sitting in the parking lot of where I work, I wrote on a piece of lumber I still had in our van.
I sent the picture, via text, to my wife.
Valerie then responded with the following hand-written text…
Unsure how to interpret that, I responded with…
Maybe it would have been better if my loving, yet nauseated wife could have sent two separate texts.
At least I think I understood what she was saying… Anyone else have an opinion??
Today is my wife’s 50th birthday! Yes, she is 50, and I don’t care to tell people about it.
Does she care? I don’t think so. Why? Because she is the type that constantly quotes the words of Paul to the Thessalonians…she even concludes her emails with these verses:
Rejoice evermore. Pray without ceasing. In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you. – 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18
So, Happy Birthday to Valerie (because she was born so close to Valentine’s Day), the greatest Valentine a man could have ever received!
“Happy birthday, you’re so nifty, even if you’re hitting fifty! / Valerie, my Valentine, I’m so very glad you’re mine!”
Cheesy poetry is better than no poetry, right?