"I walk through the door at the end of the day: my slippers are laid out by the La-Z-Boy, my iced tea is ready, my paper is waiting for me, my dinner is on the stove. What does that mean? It means I have walked into the wrong house."
John OĊtberg
When The Game Is Over It All Goes Back In The Box
Zondervan 2007
My husband would do this for me -- occasionally; except that I don't own slippers. My feet hate anything that resembles shoes.
Happily Married,
Lonnie
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