there is more hope of a fool: The Fix-it Shop-Filling Station

AMEN, BROTHER–I’M TIGHT WITH YOU! MINE COULS COOK…BUT, MOST OF THE TIME, I LIKED MINE BETTER!

theunfetteredpreacher

When I married the love of my life, 31 years ago, I was confounded and confused.

She didn’t know she was supposed to fix breakfast daily.

That lunch could be soup and a cold sandwich once in a while, (but that’s not a real meal).

Dinner was meat, potatos and vegetables. 
Unless it was a special occasion.  Then it was pizza.

Who brought up this women?  She hadn’t a clue how to eat.  She wouldn’t even make gravy. 

O the horrors of married life.  What did I do?  What did I do?  What could I do?

I did the only thing I could.  Adapted, Improvised, Overcame. 

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(What a turkey)
I got my own breakfast, ate what was served, and liked it.  (lol)

A harsh reality was learned.  Not all families follow the same rules, think alike, or do things the same way.

Over the years it became apparent that our…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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