Today we have been accosted three times for a food drive. Once at the grocery store, twice at our front door. Each time, we've graciously given cans of food, but apparently, the third time pushed my husband over the edge and as the boys left, he turned to me and said:
"You know what? Food drives are great, but why is it always at this time of year? What about the needy in the summer? Who cares about them then? I'm pretty sure there are poor people in JULY."
I am dying over here, because while I'm usually the one spinning in circles, ranting and raving about whatever strikes my fancy, he's so calm. But not today. Today, my husband would like you to know that, yes, there ARE poor people in July.