Blessed

The other night, the Old Man and I were out on the back deck discussing the last reunion and how we were blessed with good children. Non of the kids had robbed a bank or store, non had murdered anyone, no one had been thrown in jail, and no drug problems.

Now, we didn't mention the car attacking a mountain, nor the car attack on a concrete cylinder light post, nor the van attack on a post or run in with another car. Hey, they get that from the Old Man! He is the one that could not see the great big green sign on the highway that read "Exit."

We are really blessed.