Hello folks, let’s chat…Can I open with a confession? I had every intention of getting the newsletter out last week so I could wish everyone a Happy Easter. But…well, what happened was, the Fabulous Five (my grands for new readers) descended early and the lovely chaos began and I kind of got tied up flying kites, eating crawfish, dying eggs, climbing trees…you know, the usual. What’s that? It’s not normal for a grandmother to climb trees? That’s what the grands said, but they sure did get a kick out of me joining them in the branches of the great old oak in our back yard. I made a little video memory of the weekend and posted it on Facebook, should you have the time and inclination. I do hope you and yours were able to get together to love, laugh, and celebrate the week that changed everything. Jesus is alive, friends! Alive forevermore! But, we’ll talk more about all things Jesus in the Southern Comfort feature. Right now, I want to tell y’all about a news clip I saw recently. It cracked me up— because I didn’t have a dog in the fight. Otherwise… Well, here, let me tell y’all about it.
A certain fellow was accepting a postgame award for his athletic performance on the other side of the world when, right there on live TV, with God and everybody listening, Mr. Football accidentally thanked both his wife and his girlfriend. Like, I want to thank my wife Betty Sue, and my girlfriend, Precious.
Once Mr. Football realized his mistake, he apologized and began professing his great love to his wife. “Thanks for supporting me,” he said. “There’s more to come.”
I bet there was.
The women I know don’t put up with that sort of thing. Take Marie. I met Marie at a church event I spoke at recently. My BFF and I were out to eat with the staff when the conversation turned to men, marriages, and exclusivity.
Marie told us a story about her husband, Handsome Jack, and how she broke him from playing the field back when they were dating. It’s one for the books.
Handsome Jack had been in a motorcycle wreck before the two of them met and the accident had left him with a prosthetic leg. Marie thought they were already seriously committed when Handsome Jack told her he had a date with another woman. What’d Marie do? She took his leg while he napped. Stole it like a plank off the White House and poor Jack had to make up an excuse for the other woman of why he couldn’t keep their date. Marie didn’t know what he said, but it doesn’t matter. He didn’t have a leg to stand on.
Oh, come on, I had to.
I particularly loved the part of Marie’s story where the news reached her daddy and he promptly called to chastise her. “Marie!” he said. “You were raised better. Take that man’s leg back right now.”
In the end, Handsome Jack not only forgave Marie, he proposed to her. On one knee, I suppose.
Yeah, I’ll be here all day. This kind of story has legs.