This is day 2 in my throat's assault on my poor worn out body. I have so much that I have usually said by this time in the week, but I can't. There's nothing that comes out other than (on a good moment) raspy nasty-ness. And that's only if I feel like responding to you. So I stayed at home today and watched Soaps, right? Far from it. I still went to work. What was I thinking? I mean I never answer the phone or deal with customers all day when I'm at work. Psshh. I mean I can always handle a few "I heard this song and it sounds like every other song, but it said Jesus in the chorus... maybe a few times and it talked about hard times and the cover of the album is definitely blue" or "there was a book on Dobson today about parenting, could you tell me what it was?"
Or my personal petpeeved on of the day... "my daughter won't read the Bible if its cover isn't pink." WHAT? What happened to a love of God's Word no matter what it looked like? Now I can understand translation preferences, but I don't like people buying a Bible because of the way it looks. Or attending a certain church because of the way it looks. Or hanging out with certain people because of the way it looks. You get my drift. Its the inside that matters anyway. Pooh.
Ok done. Glad I couldn't say that to the customer this afternoon otherwise I wouldn't have a job for tomorrow. :-/
1 comment:
you know, i might read my bible more if the cover was pink. just sayin' ;)
i miss you!
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