I (and when I say "I" I really mean my hubby) emailed off the songs I FINALLY chose to the Jenny Phillips/Tyler Castleton competition.
I'm trying to think positive thoughts. I'm trying to be hopeful.
Then one morning at breakfast....
Wow. I feel better already. Thank you.
Then he...

Uh-huh. I'm aware of the situation.
Thank you both for your votes of confidence.
Eat up! This is the last meal I'm ever feeding you.
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