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Good morning, drifter. Nice light breakfast.![]()
Morning Sweet Darlins![]()
I am working on a power point presentation (the dictator's one) for Tuesday.
What is everyone up to today>?
An atheist was walking through the woods.
'What majestic trees!'
'What powerful rivers!'
'What beautiful animals!'
He said to himself.
As he was walking alongside the river, he heard a rustling in the bushes behind him.
He turned to look. He saw a 7-foot grizzly bear charge towards him.
He ran as fast as he could up the path. He looked over his shoulder & saw that the bear was closing in on him.
He looked over his shoulder again, & the bear was even closer.
He tripped & fell on the ground.
He rolled over to pick himself up but saw that the bear was right on top of him, reaching for him with his left paw & raising his right paw to strike him.
At that instant moment, the Atheist cried out:
'Oh my God!'
Time stopped.
The bear froze.
The forest was silent.
As a bright light shone upon the man, a voice came out of the sky.
'You deny my existence for all these years, teach others I don't exist and even credit creation to cosmic accident.'
'Do you expect me to help you out of this predicament?'
'Am I to count you as a believer?'
The atheist looked directly into the light, and said: 'It would be hypocritical of me to suddenly ask you to treat me as a Christian now, but perhaps you could make the BEAR a Christian?'
'Very well', said the voice.
The light went out. The sounds of the forest resumed. And the bear dropped his right paw, brought both paws together, bowed his head & spoke:
'Lord bless this food, which I am about to receive from Thy bounty through Christ our Lord, Amen.'
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Well...hubby FINALLY got home after NINE hours of yard sales. Sheesh. He brought me a dresser to mess with..so tomorrow I plan to shabby chic it. The rest was just scrap metal he got. But that scrap metal will go towards almost paying off the vet bill so I ain't complaining.
The only thing I dread is the sanding. And they painted the damn thing with THICK black paint. Glossy. Like enamel. Worse, probably with a canned paint. Instead of getting that paint remover goop...I will sand it lightly and pile shitloads of white paint on it, then sand it so the black, then the wood underneath, shows here and there. Then I will paint bamboo on it in gold leaf. I think. I won't know until I get to that point. The dresser has to speak to me. All my furniture spoke to me on what it wanted on it. I know that sounds weird cuz I am weird, but it's the truth. I just stare at it and wait for the whispers. Then that's what I do.![]()
Or insanity that furniture talks to me.
But one talked to me so well, it wound up being sold for a goodly sum and winding up in Russia. Cost the woman more to have it shipped there than the piece itself cost.
Talking furniture=Moola
And..I can now claim I am an international artiste'. Cuz I am now.![]()