|My wife, the time she dyed her hair.|
That's why it bears repeating, My wife has dimples on her rear end, of her minivan.
How did this happen? How do these things ever happen? We were at at afternoon summer party at a dear friend's of ours, several years ago, and we had parked the van on the lawn next to several others. Molly had wanted to borrow it quickly so Char gave her the keys and off she went. In fairness, the van was on an incline that made it difficult to see what was behind you, using the mirrors, and the truck that she backed into was black and hidden in the shade of the tree next to it, but the end result was a collision between the two vehicles.
|The aforementioned dimples on the mid-right|
The Bible speaks on the value of an unpretentious or virtuous wife and says, depending on the version, that she is more valuable than rubies or pearls.
|Geez, Mrs. Cleaver, you look lovely tonight.....|
The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her (Yup)
She will do him good and not evil, all the days of her life. (Pretty true, she does "Do me Good", but not every day, we'll have to work on that)
She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands. (Wait, What? We can count the work willingly with her hands bit)
She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar. (This is crazy true, we live in Hall and she has to shop in Geneva)
She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens (She does get up at 4:30 each weekday (to worketh willingly) and the meat part was all true up until Molly became a Vegetarian.
She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard.(Ok, it's a garden not a vineyard, but she drinks the fruit of the vineyard often)
I could keep going with these, but I think you get the picture. I could talk about how she can't spend money on herself (she'll call me, pondering a $20 dress decision, while I am drinking a $30 martini). I could speak to the sacrifices she makes to provide the children what they need, or me for that matter. I could talk about her simple taste in home furnishings, and a slew of other things, but if you have met Char, I really don't need to keep going, you've seen it first hand. I've taken this blog as far as I can, and still have her be modest, so I'll close with these thoughts on my unpretentious wife. I may have talked about the dimples on the rear end of her van, ad nauseum, but Char has the final say. When I ask her if she minds them, she says " Not really, they kind of match my ass". Love you dear.