The Gift

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.