a slice of the past
sometimes when it’s late at night. or when it’s early in the morning. or when i’m feeling dumpy. or when i’m missing my family and friends. or because i’m procrastinating at work. i click on the nifty little “random post” button on my blog and it transports me to a random post hand selected by fate and God for me to read. like a horoscope, i try and decipher what exactly the universe is telling me by taking me back to that specific post.
either i’m about to lose a finger or i’m reminded that i have the best sister everrrrrr.
from and it’s only monday, a beautiful passage in which i recounted the tale of the morning sarah nearly sliced her finger off while attempting to make breakfast.
Haras Leztar
The only thing helping me through this difficult day is this time-old biblical passage, so aptly appropriate: “The Lord giveth and taketh away thy fingerseth. But never shall he removeth thy Lombardi trophy from hiseth rightful hometh – Green Bay Wisconsin. Thy shall find comfort in thiseth promise.” Minimal sacrifice for my people. Amen.
Remember…Lord Football is only about 6 months away. This year….16-0!!!!!!!!! –Notorious