3:45 p.m….Steve just called and said Good Lord willing and everything going as planned, he’ll be home tomorrow night. That’s 2 days earlier than originally planned. Remember I said I was praying that he would get to come home early? I love it when God says yes (or at least it looks like he’s going to).
*Doing my happy dance*
I hate it when there’s a song you can’t get out of your mind. It’s a catchy tune, and you find yourself humming it, but you can’t think of what song it is. Then you realize it’s the song from the Viagra commercial on tv.