Folding money.
The men provide the food and the women do the cooking, leaving the children to wash up afterwards.
Single.
You are my MSB.
Because they don't bother Him with incessant prayer.
Life insurance policies.
Because money doesn't grow on trees.
You never know when he's coming how many inches you'll get or how long it will last.
Money.
Learning how to fold a map.
Four feet tall, fold back teeth, flat head so you can rest your beer on it, and turns into a pizza at midnight.
