Y'all haven't heard much about White Trash Bob lately. I'm about to remedy that.
The other day he called me ten minutes before my alarm clock went off (he has a knack for doing that) and said in his usual irrepressible way, "Oh good, you're up. Come to your front door. I have something for you." Thinking it was probably futile to explain to him that I wasn't really up, I shuffled to the front door in my jammies. There stood WTB on the front porch, holding something behind his back. I held out my hand for it and he presented me with....my very own WonderBar! Now I don't have to keep borrowing his, or using a hammer or my little prybar when a WonderBar works so much better!
Other girls can have their flowers and candy and sparkly things. I'm happy with my WonderBar.