Halleluiah!

Ruanita is feeling better today. Not exactly well—or even close to it—but better. Just in time to stop the oncoming swell of anarchy. Let me tell you, never in my life have I seen a more glorious sight than that of Ruanita standing upright and vertical. I felt like yelling “Halleluiah!” Suddenly, there was a song in my heart and prayers of Thanksgiving on my lips. The storm clouds have parted and the warming rays of the sun are shining down upon us.

Okay, I realize that all sounds a bit melodramatic. But it is 100% sincere. My household is completely dependent on Ruanita. I had to make a grocery run over the weekend. Without Ruanita to tell me what to buy, I am going to have to make another run today. We are out of all of the necessities I overlooked.

In addition to grocery lists, Ruanita knows where everything is in my house. We ran out of little Dixie cups in the bathroom over the weekend. Ummm…..no clue where they are kept. I knew we had some, but had no idea where they were stored. Laundry is piling up because, while I was happy to fork over the money for the super nice front-loading industrial strength washing machine, I have used it only once or twice. I would probably need to read the manual before I tried to wash clothes.

So, for the love of clean underwear, I will yell out another resounding Halleluiah!

Ruanita has risen from the dead! We are saved!

Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!