I'll just say it right up front. My husband is a Saint. Today was our big Primary Program Practice. . . my husband came to support, help, and pick up pizza for the hungry. Now, while we were there I asked him to do something else and he declined. I was a little annoyed. I shot several eye daggers at him during the next hour until it was finally time for him to go get the pizza. Off he went, even taking Emily with him. We continued to practice for another hour. When we were finished I was surprised to find that Nathan had not returned yet. I ran out to the phone to find out what was going on at the same moment he walked through the door. "What took you so long?" I could see my question irritated him for some reason. He was now throwing daggers at me. "I ran out of gas." Oops! The worst part was he asked me as we were leaving the house "How long has this low gas light been on." I thought about it. . . it didn't seem like it had been on long. "Just since yesterday." I must have estimated poorly. So sorry husband. But I am sure that God has a special place reserved for the patient husbands who put up with sinner wives in heaven. :)
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