Good thoughts
A fly on the wall might have heard these snippets in our bedroom over the last week.
S: Honey, can you turn the sound machine up?
J: Yeah, am I snoring too loud?
S: No, Ike is.
*Ike being our pug, for those just tuning in.
S: Honey, you want me to sing to you? I can really belt this one out.
J: No honey, I’m trying to go to sleep.
S: But it’s the thought that counts. (note the fact that I’m completely tone deaf and couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket)
J: Then just think it.
Bless Your Heart 