Either start wearing shoes, or completely quit stepping on splinters and hidden glass chips.
3 times in 3 days should be sufficient to prompt corrective action, dummy.
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How can it be that you, my king, would die for me? -Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. - But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. - Whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ.
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Aw, pops! Do you want some flip flops? I have some nice lavendar ones that have been chewed upon by my insane cat that you could borrow-- :D
Oh, BTW, please tell Cabbage Head that I said hello. We need to get together sometime
--b
Rover stole my flip flops (see 6-16-06 post) and traded them to M5 for bootleg kitty litter, go figure. Cats are predators that would, if they weighed only 10 pounds more, wait till we fell asleep and then try to eat us.
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