I’m sure your God is an awesome God. As is mine. However, you rang the door bell at supper time. I can forgive that as we eat later than most people. However, answering the bell meant I had to put down my knitting - the baby blanket I have been slaving on for weeks. And then what happened? Yep. Dropped a metric buttload of stitches. I hope you gather lots of support for your little gathering this weekend, but you and me can never be friends. And don’t even get me started on what makes you think I don’t already have a God. Is there something about the front of my home that screams Satan? Grrr.
March 28th, 2007 at 11:35 am
Why is it we feel compelled to inconvenience ourselves, break our necks to answer the door or run for a ringing telephone right when we are in the middle of something or just plain don’t want to be bothered?
P.S. my two-cents worth for baby names….
Walter
Allen
Nathan
William
Henry
Nicholas
P.P.S Harry Bear et. al. are on their way!
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