Sam and Simmy found a few twinkly lights for the Christmas tree. It took two stores to find them but... Simmy's cell rang. It was her friend from, ahem, over... lots of years ago...
"Where would you like the wood piled?"
"I don't know," Simmy said.
"There seems to be a crib back here. Do you want it piled on there?" She who supplants was asking.
"No, no," Sam said. "He's older than I am. I'll pile it!"
Simmy laughed and said, "Sam wants to do it himself. We'll be there in five minutes."
After she hung up, Simmy said, "I couldn't tell her what you said. Champion is one of the most fit men I've ever met."
It was a bit of a tense drive back to the house as Sam was not used to anyone helping him in such a way and when they got there... the Chevy truck, was just pulling out of the driveway. Well, if Sam thought those two couldn't work... Huh! They worked faster than lightning!
They thanked the two speedy wood pile(rs) as they zipped off to encourage someone else.
"There's a couple of cards in the mailbox for you. One is your b-day card and... another one."
Simmy went straight for the mailbox and took out the cards like they were real treasure...
Eleanor Roosevelt"... one of her favorite quotes of all time was by that Lady and now... "Oh, I think I'll vote this quote a tie with the other one... or maybe, it's just that this quote is for now in life, for right now.
Down into the storage room, Simmy dashed to pull out Christmas ornament boxes.
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