I’m happy to report that Cousin Cate and her ankle are on the mend though she remains on the couch except for a little jaunt we took in my car a couple nights ago.

And yes, she did the bunny hop all the way to my passenger side door.

And yes, I laughed.

Well, until she reminded me that one day it could be me in her place.  That shut me up real quick like.

Cate’s sweet mom presented her with a little reading material to accompany her during her seclusion on the couch — namely, Beth Moore’s book Get Out of That Pit.  Now, I believe I’ve mentioned this a time or two but, just in case you missed it, that happens to be my favorite book.  Like, favorite favorite.

What can I say?  I’ve seen the insides of more pits than I care to count.

Cousin Cate was, at first, not interested in reading the book but, sometime last night, decided to pick it up.  Around mid-morning, I received the following Facebook message from our girl:

“My face has not left Beth Moore since i started it last yesterday.  Get me a ladder!!!”

I wrote back that I was glad she was enjoying it and got this gem in response:

“Listen to this quote: ‘I’ve come to the conclusion that vastly more people are miserable than not.  Far more defeated than victorious.  If pressed, tens thousands would confess that “it” didn’t work as well as they’d hoped.  Masses of believers are totally bewildered — if not in outright despair.  Yep, poker faces aside, they’re in a pit.’”

At the bottom of the message, Cate added lines from a popular song with a little addition of her own at the end:

“My my my poker face, my my poker face, can’t read my, can’t read my no you can’t read my poker face… READ IT!!!  I’M IN A PIT!!!”

Except maybe there was an extra word in that last sentence that, um, provided more emphasis.

I wrote back and, in my response, mentioned that I had found out I have tomorrow off from both jobs (it’s a long story that can be summed up in I-have-worked-way-too-many-hours-lately) and that I thought we should just jump in my car and head to the beach, broken ankle and all.

Cate skipped sending a response back on Facebook and instead went straight to text message:

“Forget the beach.  We’re driving to Texas to personally thank Beth Moore for this book!”

Can you even imagine? Texas would never be the same.

And you better believe we’d have video footage to prove it.