Serving broccoli is quick way to ruin perfection

People often say nobody is perfect. I’ve said that at least 100 times, but there are times when I’m not quite sure that it applies to me.

To be truthful, the only person I know who is close to perfect is The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, wife Martha.

I’ll never forget when the front bumper of my truck broke. I was going to take it to the garage to have them fix it, but as I was looking at the bumper, Martha came out of the house and said, “What’s the problem with your truck?”