Here’s a cross selection of what we actually said on Facebook last week. Sometimes our conversation is fairly fascinating…
You don’t have to worry about tomorrow. God is already there.
Beans and rice week. Trying to make a difference.
Not sure a “swimming pool” in the back of the truck was the best idea today, but apparently it was a necessary addition to their driveway hotel.
Raisin cookies that look like chocolate chip cookies are the main reason I have trust issues.
Sometimes out of the blue I am overwhelmed by sadness missing my dad.
Is it still considered planning when you lay in the sun and think about all you plan on doing?
Never debate a sensitive matter rationally with one who’s capability to engage on the particular subject is clearly only emotional.
Imposing term limits will not solve all of our problems, but it is a HUGE step in the right direction.
BRUUUUUUCE Springsteen baby!!!!!
Blessed are the poor in spirit for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Less than 20 minutes into the Cubs game, and it’s over. See you in 2015.
All three spilled their entire lunch plates on the floor today. Statistically, how is this even possible?
Stupid stomach bug.
Stupid rain.
Stupid girl scout cookies!!
Dear Facebook, just because I might have a friend in common with someone does not mean I know them.
This is the third g string I’ve been through in a week, frustrating. (That’s a guitar string for any of you concerned spectators with your mind in the gutter.)
Usually I meet the neighbors because they have puppies….today I met a new neighbor because he ran over my mailbox while I was in my driveway.
No, baby, you may not keep the baby bunnies living in my lavender bushes…
For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God.
All I need right now is a hug… and five thousand dollars in cash.
If more sane people were armed, the crazy people would get off fewer shots.
If you run on a political platform that boast a moral high ground, yet your actions run contrary to your words and promises, it is time to quit and find yourself a job where hypocrisy is one of your main occupational requirements.
I just received the news that my son, a minor with a disability, will be paying 16% tax this year to the state and federal government on money held in a special needs trust.
Don’t miss all the beautiful colors of the rainbow looking for the pot of gold.
Prom 2014.
Both parties have a lot to squirm about and I am having a hard time enjoying it as much as I used to.
Sorry, but your password must contain an uppercase letter, a number, a haiku, a gang sign, a hieroglyph, and the blood of a virgin.
Phony scandal, right?
And…
Chocolate comes from cocoa which comes out of a tree. That makes it a plant. Therefore, chocolate counts as salad. The end.
Yes, the end.
Respectfully…
AR