Hubby came home from the trash route the other night and lay down on the couch. I started griping because I could smell him and he said "i am so sick of it"... meaning my griping. I got up and went to the restroom and while in there started praying that God would help me to deal with my being so spoiled. My hubby had just been working 3 hours out in the heat and with stinky smelly trash and here I am in the AC and all the comforts of home. I asked God to forgive me and told God that I hope I am never a stench in His nostrils. That my prayers and praise will be a sweet savor and then I was so thankful for my hubby to have a job, and that I still have a husband. I was thinking how that i am sure that Aunt Sandy would give anything to have Uncle Carl's little quirks back, like dragging mud in on his shoes, or whatever the things were. - we must be more patient and understanding of each other, and thankful. above all else, thankful.