Too many to count for me.
One is a visiting woman woman at our Presbyterian church on Christmas Eve, singing, How Great Thou Art.
Reading the lyrics from a card, thinking she was fooling us.
If this rises to the level of a memory you’d like to forget, you must not have an ex-wife. Actually, if it even rises to the level of a memory, you must have a pretty dull life. I don’t know whether to pity you or envy you.
