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I came across this entry recently at a blog I enjoy reading. It's pretty funny, very clever, and insightful in a tongue-in-cheek way. Read it for yourself! Most of us are fighting colds and sore throats here. On Tuesday almost half the families at our homeschool co-op were either at home sick, or sick at co-op. The other day when I was checking out at the grocery store I wanted to gag when the cashier kept coughing into her hand, than handling every...single...item...while bagging. I felt sorry for the poor soul, but couldn't help cringing at the little germy bonuses riding home with the mac and cheese. Well I must needs arise from the computer (in keeping with the hymn theme above) and make haste to be diligent. The maidens are now stirring from their beds and earnestly desiring to begin their math. Yeah. Verily. hahaha. Yesterday they rose up and called me...but it wasn't "Blessed" they were saying. It sounded more like "Mom, I don't have any clean socks!". Alas, she looketh not well to the ways of her household. It was 50 degrees yesterday morn and her maidens had bare feet in tennis shoes. Perhaps today they will bring this discomfort to remembrance and carry down their soiled raiments to the laundry room. This mama doth not light a candle and search diligently for garments under the beds and in the corners, and the dog doth eat dirty socks left lying around. In proof that I have definitely fallen off the Proverbs 31 wagon (If I ever was on it in the first place) last night's dinner was Wendy's drive through. Yeah verily. The master of the house had eaten an enormous business lunch, and wasn't too concerned about a big dinner. The lady of the house felt like eating the bread of idleness. It doth not appear to have had lasting ill effects on anyone, although my van does smell like stale grease. Eww. |
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