We're a non-drinking family.
We have a dear friend who's a pastor.
We have an empty wine bottle.
The 11-year old picks up the bottle and says to the pastor, "Want a refill?"

My husband worked all last weekend.
Then he got called in Monday night to his regular job.
He got home late and settled in and he got called in again to his regular job.

This is a thirty minute drive one way.

He comes home from work Tuesday and decides to take a nap.
He can get a good two-hour nap in before friends arrive for dinner.
The night goes well and we're saying our "good-byes" and his stupid phone rings and he gets, yup, called in to his regular job.

He gets home at 1:30 a.m. and gets a nap before he goes to work for the day.

Yes, I wait up for him. Yes, I'm bleary-eyed. Yes, I'm feeling a little cranky.

So how come he's so good-natured?

The man's a saint, I tell ya!