And don't forget the time I asked him for some sort of hook in the closet, to hang my bathrobe. He was puzzled so I showed him the nail sticking out of the closet, which he used to hook the belt loop of his jeans.
"You want a nail?"
"No, I want something nicer--something better--something more special than just an ordinary nail."
You remember Lord? Do You remember? And his response
"Do you want a galvanized nail?".
OK. See my point? I mean, he is a love, but is he suppose to be my ticket to heaven?