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Any guesses what those words are?

Brett (who is reading over my shoulder even though she is supposed to be in bed and I have reminded her 3 times to get to bed) just whispered, “I love you.”

Good three words. In fact they’re awesome three words. But they’re not the three words I’m referring to.

I can tell you they also are not:

Dinner is ready.

Kids are sleeping.

You’re the best.

Work is done.

Another internet sale.

Soap is finished.

It’s nap time.

I’m not pregnant.

(Nor was it) I am pregnant.

It wasn’t anything nearly as wonderful as that.

Don’t be disappointed, I wasn’t able to guess the three words either when Jim asked me.

Earlier today, Jim was in the middle of making laundry soap when he walked into my office with an incredulous look on his face.

I immediately asked what was wrong.

He just stared at me for a moment before saying, you’re not going to be able to guess the sweetest three words I just heard. And I couldn’t. I finally quit playing and demanded asked that he tell me.

He looked at me and simply said, “Repaired under warranty.”

Huh???

He just repeated with this dazed look on his face, “Repaired under warranty.”

Eventually I realized that he was talking about the Hulk. I’ve got to take a photo of the Hulk, but it’s still at the repair shop, so I’ll take one another time. The Hulk is our big, green sprinter. What’s a sprinter? you ask. It’s a large van. But better. The Hulk is huge. It fits all ten of us plus all our soap paraphernalia for soap shows. When I stand inside and reach to the ceiling my fingers just graze the roof (ok, so I’m short, but it’s still tall).

Anyway the Hulk is huge and has not been running very well. Our mechanic was unable to fix it, so we had to take it into Louisville. Apparently Jim was expecting the repair bill (it was a transmission issue) to run over $2000. So when he got the phone call and the repair guy said those three, sweet words, “Repaired under warranty,” Jim just about swooned.

Isn’t he romantic?