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Giving the Devil His Due

Posted by Joni in General

I stumbled onto this Valentine’s day post at Screwtape’s blog.

It was very timely. Want to know why? I have been griping a lot about Robert lately, and I was really mad at him on the phone the other day because his carelessness cost me about $300. Well, $342 to be exact.

But after hearing that song, and listening to the lyrics which were so thoughtfully provided, I got up off my butt and took my snotty, hiccupping self right on into the room where Robert was watching TV and told him how much I love him and how sorry I was that I hollered at him the other day.

And do you know how hard it is to type when you have tears in your eyes and a big ball of snot on the end of your nose (picture the tent scene from “The Blair Witch Project”)??Well, DO YOU?!

Robert and I have been together since 1980, so sometimes we do tend to take each other for granted. I know I do. Even though he’s had surgery, he’s mending and he has been nice enough to fix dinner just about every night for the past couple of weeks. And this weekend, he made breakfast for me. And always brings me my coffee.

All of that is worth a hell of a lot more than $300. Even I should have enough sense to recognize that. So I’m grateful today for Robert and everything that he means to me. And you have no idea. Someday I’ll blog some more about our adventures.

And I thank Screwtape for that wake up call.

Meanwhile I’ll go him one better and post the MP3 and lyrics below.

Thanks for that slap upside the head. (P.S. to Screwtape: Did you ever find the guitar tab?)

MP3: “The Luckiest” by Ben Folds [4.8MB]


I don’t get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here

And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

What if I’d been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I’d be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?

And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you

Next door there’s an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away

I’m sorry, I know that’s a strange way to tell you that I know we belong

That I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

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