Like, for reals.
And by reals, I mean really real reals, people.
I mean, like, stories for the family genealogical archives and everything reals!
Awwww....Yeah! The best kind of for reals: Historical for reals!
I've even archived the pictures!
Because serious family genealogy has to start somewhere.
And now, someday Katie and Ellie will be sitting at the matriarchal ends of the Thanksgiving table, passing around the vegan clam chowder, and the littlest great-great-grandchild, with pigtails bobbing and book hidden under the table, will confidently lisp, "Tell uth about Great Great Grandmama again, pleasth." And, because I prayed, Katie and Ellie will be able to dig out these pictures and tell them, once again, the story that proves I was a good and Godly woman.
Ooo! (claps hands, jumps up and down) Just like Bathsheba!
Wait.
Not because of the whole adultery and murder thing!
But, because, the Girl Scout camp where I once worked had outdoor showers.
Oh gosh... I hope that was obvious....
Weeeeeellll... anyway-
This story is about...
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| a kitten! |
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| On my deck!! |
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| Who wants to cuddle with me!!! |
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| While I drink coffee!!!! |
God totally just gave me...
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| my own cat cafe!!!!! |
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With a holy need.
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Deep down in my heart.
Ok, fine!
It's possible that maybe it was less like praying and more like whining. But, in my defense, It'd been a really crappy day.
And, sure, this may not actually be how prayer works-wait! Guys! UNLESS! GOD! IN HIS ALL POWERFUL POWERFULNESS WANTS IT TO!!
(cue bright light bulb over my head, heck, throw in some organ music for good measure)
Hey! God! How's it goin'? Goooood. Anyway! Have you seen this shower?
Because, God? I'm pretty sure that my Biblical Spirit Woman, Bathsheba, would totally want me to have it.
Amen.
Oops. Sorry.
I mean, please.
Amen.
Again.
