W.W.P.D.

Well, here I sit with yet another migraine. Thank God for Imitrex and excedrin. I really should have known since I purposefully waited for today to clean the house, hoping it would still be clean on Thursday. What the heck, Jennifer says I have the cleanest house in.....was the world, Jen? At any rate, what do I care if the bathroom sink has toothpaste and spit in it when family comes. Or even of the John has gross (dare I say) yellow puddles (yes,I dare) on the back rim of the seat. What would Papa say. Not that I would ever compare Dad with Jesus but I think if I had a little rubber bracelet that said W.W. P.D., I might be more inclined to see true importance more clearly. What would Papa do if, say, an angry truck driver cut him off on the freeway? Or, if, a homeless man came up to him reeking of urine and booze asking for spare change for a hamburger? To the first, he would say "aw stick it yer ear!" and to the second he would gladly give him a buck and say "have a beer instead". You go Papa!