While getting dressed for church I peered down to see my big toe's french manicure had a chip. It wasn't the end of the world but it bugged me, so Jimmy took the white nail polish and filled in the gap. I was impressed.
Then, on the way to church, my vision began to feel weird. I wear mono-vision contacts, which allows one eye to see far and the other close up eliminating the need for reading glasses. (It enables me to read the price tag of things I shouldn't be buying in the first place. It's a wonderful thing.) After a quick hand over each eye check, I realized I'd put my contacts in the wrong eye. Coming to my aid again, Jimmy held out a cupped hand for me to pour saline. Placing my left contact in his make-shift bowl, I moved my contacts about till the world felt good again. We arrived at church no worse for the wear.
What would I do without my manly man?
"If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!" Ecclesiastes 4:10