I used to live down the street from a guy named Joe. Joe was a local fake cop. One morning Joe forgot his car keys, and on that key chain were his house keys. Joe went over to a window of his home and started trying to get in. Just as he pops open the window, one of the new rookie cops who started while Joe was on vacation drives by, and arrests Joe, for breaking into his own house. Rookie had a lot of explaining to do that day at the station. At least Joe got to work.
Josphina was looking for a massage shop after having a 15-hour flight from Los Angeles to Italy. What she got was total torture. She received unexpected two hours of misery at the hands of an inexperienced massage nuru therapist with a worst body odor ever. She tried the best to hold her breath, and as the massage continued, she tried to find some skills on how to bury her nose in a pillow without passing out so that she can barely notice her bodywork. This was so funny since Josphina was unable to make the wall clock tick fast enough.
Today, my husband and I celebrated the 10th anniversary of married life. We remembered how hard it was in the beginning. A black man (supposed to be better!) dating a white woman. This time, we decided to do without gifts. Today, when I woke up, my husband was on his feet. I went into the living room and gasped: it was all in the wonderful wildflowers, beautifully arranged. Who can say that love has any borders? We love soul, not nationality.