Ask a dozen people what Ali Baba said to open the door of the forty thieves' cave and you will probably get three different answers. No, make that four ("Who cares?", would be the fourth).
There are no great treasures in the recesses of my garage, unless you count the stuffed Alf toy (television "jumped the shark" when that show left the air) that is in a white plastic garbage bag. However, the garage, itself, is like gold. If it's pouring down rain (some of you can vaguely remember rain) and you have a car load of groceries, it sure is nice to pull in to a dry, covered area.
Our garage door opener has not functioned in over three years and Cheryl hasn't smiled much during that span of time.
Well, that all changes today.
My father-in-law will be here at 8 o'clock this morning to help me reclaim the beautiful smile that Cheryl has (I've seen old pictures and it's really quite stunning). It's true, what they say. "Happy wife. Happy life." They also say, "If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy."
I've been told that when one door closes, another one opens.
Let's pray that door will be on a garage at the Hamilton's house.
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