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 –
I’m writing this post after two vodka/sodas.
And if you know anything about me, then you know…I am properly pissed.
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…
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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