If there’s a god, and despite popular belief about me, I think there is one (or some), we need to talk.
Of course, I’ve heard the term “personal Jesus” and I certainly have a personal relationship with this someone. I’m just not sure what sort of relationship. I talk to him or her all the time.
It goes something like this:
Wow. that’s beautiful.
Please help, HELP NOW!
Thank you. I sometimes get carried away here. It varies by day and depends what’s happening in my life, but the following might be normal for say, any given Wednesday.
Now that I’m 50 (ok almost 51), I can’t multi-task anymore.
Working on a book and making cookies especially do NOT go together.
It goes like this.
Put cookies in oven. Sit down and find “train of thought”. Oven timer rings. Repeat for 3 or 4 batches.
The Mayer of Riverland and Issias the Rainmaker
We got a taste of winter last year, staying up north to remodel the new house. Till February. In the worst Minnesota winter ever. Yeah. I know. None of you northerners feel sorry for us. You still had March. And April…
If the taste of Minnesota winter was cold, the taste of home remodeling was…bitter.