Can I just have my husband back, please?
In efforts to send thank you notes to those who attended the services for my husband and/or mailed cards to my home, I went to purchase some thank you cards from Target. In the check out line, the cashier looks down and notices the enormous amount of thank you cards I have. He says, "Wow. That is a lot of thank you cards. Did you just get married?!" Suddenly, time stands still. I have nothing but a blank stare into the distance. I remind myself, "Breathe, LaSandra!" I take a