I live in Redding, CA.
It is June 24th and I am wearing a sweatshirt and levi's.
This is nice.
It is very early Monday morning. I jump out of bed. Vacuum, mop the floor in the kitchen and dining room, fold the towels and load a couple of stray dishes from last night in the dishwasher.
I take my dog, Rex, outside for a little bit of throw-me-the-toy.
I fill a tall glass with water and a little bit of green tea, grab a book, light a couple of candles (cuz I am an old hippy and love the smell of sandlewood). Now I am going to sit on a lounge in my backyard and read.
That is nice.
Ding-dong goes the doorbell! Really? 8 a.m. Monday Morning and you are at my door?
I appreciate that my soul is your priority and that I am at the top of your Monday to-do list but puhleeeese...back away from the door before someone gets hurt...go home.....stay there!
No, I don't want you to read the bible to me.
No, I don't want to know what Watch Tower has to say about anything let alone whether we should pray to Saints?
Yes, I know, that was not nice.
I don't, really don't, want to be rude, but LEAVE ME ALONE!
Obviously, you haven't read my previous blog and you don't know that I am the Mean Girl!
Next Monday I am going to get naked, cover my face with ashes and draw an upside down pentacle on my naked chest with said ashes. When you knock at the door, I am going to greet you with a giant grin and cheer, "Yeah! Another volunteer for the pyres of sacrifice!"
Bring extra undies, I think you're going to need them.
That was not nice either, but I couldn't help myself....and behold, I am in a good mood again...
Now, that is nice!
It is June 24th and I am wearing a sweatshirt and levi's.
This is nice.
It is very early Monday morning. I jump out of bed. Vacuum, mop the floor in the kitchen and dining room, fold the towels and load a couple of stray dishes from last night in the dishwasher.
I take my dog, Rex, outside for a little bit of throw-me-the-toy.
I fill a tall glass with water and a little bit of green tea, grab a book, light a couple of candles (cuz I am an old hippy and love the smell of sandlewood). Now I am going to sit on a lounge in my backyard and read.
That is nice.
Ding-dong goes the doorbell! Really? 8 a.m. Monday Morning and you are at my door?
I appreciate that my soul is your priority and that I am at the top of your Monday to-do list but puhleeeese...back away from the door before someone gets hurt...go home.....stay there!
No, I don't want you to read the bible to me.
No, I don't want to know what Watch Tower has to say about anything let alone whether we should pray to Saints?
Yes, I know, that was not nice.
I don't, really don't, want to be rude, but LEAVE ME ALONE!
Obviously, you haven't read my previous blog and you don't know that I am the Mean Girl!
Next Monday I am going to get naked, cover my face with ashes and draw an upside down pentacle on my naked chest with said ashes. When you knock at the door, I am going to greet you with a giant grin and cheer, "Yeah! Another volunteer for the pyres of sacrifice!"
Bring extra undies, I think you're going to need them.
That was not nice either, but I couldn't help myself....and behold, I am in a good mood again...
Now, that is nice!
You go, girl!
ReplyDeleteI'm fighting with the church around the corner whose congregants think it's okay to bring twenty bums to live in the basement in a neighborhood with lots of little children. You gotta love religionists.