It was my pleasure. We’re a team, and I’m glad to help.
Hubby was just polled mostly about a local race. But while he was on the phone, it occurred to me, just to enliven the pollsters day, that perhaps I should run into the room, scream loudly at the top of my lungs, beg for forgiveness and understanding and for someone to “stop.” Then, clap two large pieces of wood together. Bang! Bang! After that, hubby should hang-up suddenly.
We’re giggling over that idea. OF COURSE, we won’t do it.
But it sure is fun imagining the reaction. /diabolical thoughts
That we are, and before retiring, I want to inquire how you 2 are feeling these days?