Yesterday before I went on my bike ride, I checked the mail.  There was a flier hanging on the side of the mailbox so, naturally, I picked that up as well.  Little did I realize that this little act would be the impetus of change that we had hoped for only in our dreams.  Our marriage will be happier, our Wednesdays will be stress-free, the garage will smell better, and our cars will be cleaner because look who’s starting to make weekly visits out to us country folk:

Thank you for thinking of us, Greg.  We need to have you over for dinner sometime. 
You are a God-send.