My father likes my husband more than he likes me, most people do. Last night Mike was flying into Green and Mike the father wanted to pick him up with me. I lost my keys and Mike the father went ballistic and he finally found them, that hunt took a couple of months off his life expectancy. On the way home from the airport he said "do you know how I found your keys?". "You prayed to St Anthony". "I prayed to St Anthony" he said. He then recounted a few times when he prayed to St Anthony and the lost object was in his hand. Mike the husband was Mike the father's show and tell at McDonalds this morning.
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