Tipsy typing!
How many of us – me included – have the courage to type that at the top of a post?
So what follows was particularly touching and vulnerable – in the most wonderful way. And entwined within the vulnerability is God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit – whatever your name for your God.
And if you want topical – then Caralyn even links it to Lent.
Please read this. If you are unchanged afterwards, please let me know.
(which if why for the first time on adding a reblog – comments are left open here).
Thank you –
Paul
I’m writing this post after two vodka/sodas.
And if you know anything about me, then you know…I am properly pissed.
#LightweightForLife
I actually have never written a tipsy blog post before. Believe it or not, even the Feminism post was written stone cold sober.
Stone Cold Steve Austin…I wonder what that dude is up to now…
*Googles*…
Welp, apparently he’s doing a reality TV show now, called Redneck Island and just bought a mini mansion in Marina Del Ray. Shocker there…
Anyway. Enough about wrestling.
I just want to get married before I get smile lines.
I heard my three year old niece talk about her future husband today….that made me feel pretty…oh, I don’t know…like a spinster cat lady.
I looked at her and said, “Yeah, Aunt Caralyn needs to find a husband too.”
It’s kind of the running joke in my family, actually. My sister-in-law is…
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