See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient with it until it receives the early and the late rains. - James 5:7

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Weekend "Blogger-talk"...

This is me after reading a few other blogs...

I can't even bring myself to name them.

4 comments:

  1. I didn't know you had such nice teeth, Terry! ;}

    ReplyDelete
  2. Kiss me, you fool!

    ReplyDelete
  3. When I was a little girl I went through a haunted house with my Dad and my brother. I mostly hid under Dad's jacket, but eventually came out and just held on to him very tightly.

    Some guy behind me kept putting his hand on my shoulder. I kept brushing it off, and thought that he was just another dad who mistook me for his daughter in the darkness and was trying to keep tabs.

    This went on for some time...he put his hand on my shoulder, I brushed it off. At some point I noticed that his hand was even harier than my dad's hand. Finally we got close to the end and there was a little more light. The hand was back on my shoulder, so I impatiently turned to look up at this guy so he could see I wasn't his daughter and then he would leave me alone.

    It wasn't a dad. It was a big hairy monster...and you know what?


    It was YOU!!!!!

    ReplyDelete
  4. PG - Yes, my father was a dentist.

    Ma - Okay.

    Adoro - Yes my dear... and I am still following you! (Insane laughter!)

    ReplyDelete


Please comment with charity and avoid ad hominem attacks. I exercise the right to delete comments I find inappropriate. If you use your real name there is a better chance your comment will stay put.