Dear God, We are sharing my first mug of java this a.m., and I am grateful to be alive, abstinent and in Your care. Here we go again, someone stole my entire summer, and the chief suspect is time.
Time is sort of like ice cream, the less there is the faster it seems to disappear.
The day will be full, and for this I am thankful. I was invited to the bachelor party and was smart enough to decline, and not because I worried about being too stodgy. I'm afraid these kids won't be able to keep up with me. Besides that, the woman You sent to tell me what to do said no. He will be too busy with a full time job and full time law school, so just be with him.