Every Sunday morning on the way to church, hubby and I stop at a local restaurant for tea and breakfast tacos. They always have a country music station blaring, and today was no exception. As we sat quietly, heads bowed, saying grace over our food, a twangy male voice came on the radio singing, “If I could have a beeeeer with Jesus … “
Great timing, radio station. Classic. Before I could start eating, I had to spend a few minutes bent over the table laughing.