Picture November, 2017. Oneta and Sammy wishing you a Merry Christmas!
Blogging Friends: The following is a Facebook status I posted about four years ago. FB shot it up at me the other day so I decided to blog it. Hope you enjoy this look at my husband and me. I have added on some comments from my family and friends who know us. Enjoy another laugh with me.
Those of you who know Sammy and me will get a kick out of this. I made casseroles one night over holiday and planned to cook them next morning before the family arrived. (Springfield is my hometown of about 2500 people.)
Sammy and I were in Springfield and I was supposed to have casseroles cooked for the community at 12:00 at the courthouse. I had lost Sammy. When I found him, he was entertaining a group of people, one of whom said, “You sure have a nice husband.” I agreed but said I needed him to take me to the courthouse quickly. He nicely got up and started down the street with me, strolling along like the Englishman he is, greeting everyone and passing the time of day. I’m nearly dragging him along. After walking several blocks with my grouchiness and his cheerfulness we finally found the van in a somebody’s garage. I hop in and shut the door quickly; he notices a street sign that is wobbly so he asks folks nearby if they have a screwdriver and tells them he can fix the sign. Someone offers a screwdriver and he tightens the sign before getting in the van. I’m steaming and the conversation is rather unbecoming of me. We do get to the courthouse in time, and someone else has put the casseroles in the oven.
All’s well that ends well. I’ll keep Sammy.
Comments from family who know
Sammy and me:
From a neice: Ha ha! You two are a joy.
From a nephew: That is hilarious!
Another sister: Soooo like you both! You so helpful to the community, Sam so friendly and Mr. I’ll Fix It For You.
Another neice: Love it. And reading your writing is just like hearing you telling it. I love it. You both are special!!!!!
A note from myself: I’ve been laughing four days. It is rare I remember a dream with a beginning and an end. It really was so much like me and my “nothing moves me” husband. I’m thankful – unless I’m wanting to move him.