(pause while reader scrolls down and reads previous post)
Okay. So. You read it? Good.
Well, here is Part Two of this Fine Little Saga.
The Parson arrives home yesterday afternoon from a Long Day of Trials, Tribulations, Weddings, Stalled Building Projects, Disgruntled Dear Ones, and Glorious Ministry.
I immediately tell him how the Fundraiser Roses lifted my spirits and thank him for being the Kind, Wonderful, Thoughtful man that he is and how Glad I am that God let me marry him and Roses are Roses regardless of their Source.
He looked at me a bit funny and wanted to know what I was talking about.
I showed him the flowers and the little fund raiser card with the words "Love you. Terry"
He didn't do it. Said that the Church supported that particular project and the office must have bought the flowers and signed his name to it.
No wonder the fine elderly gentleman had the Cheshire Cat grin.
I'm not quite sure what to say now.