Chinese Silk

Dear Lord,

I know I’ve been remiss in keeping in touch lately—well, other than to ask you to let up on the jet lag—but I need a favor. Big one. Tonight, I talked Edie into running down to Chinatown with me so we could get some real, honest to goodness dim sum. She did, bless her heart, and the restaurant had it.

This was different than the dim sum in Hong Kong, though. Had liquid in it. As in squirts like a fire hose when you bite into it liquid that shot all over that gorgeous Tiffany-blue silk blouse Sunny made for me in Beijing.

Edie was really great about staying cool. Of course, I stopped breathing. I love this blouse, Lord—you know that better than anyone (thanks again, by the way, big time).

Any chance you can bless the dry cleaner for me in about five days when I stop by with the blouse in hand? Something tells me he’s gonna need it.

Thanks again for everything—and I do mean everything—you’ve done for me, Lord. You rock.

Amen.