The theory goes that one will feed the cat and grab a shirt
for Him while one is at it. That's the theory. Of course the reality looks more
like trying to hang out some laundry while the cat is helping. Now we respect
the cat... that is to say its tendency to attack is well known and respected. Well
fear kinda shuts down thought processes. So it looks more like dodge the cat
while doing stuff and forget the shirt.
Then just as one is snuggled down about to drift off to
sleep that voice will enquire "where's my shirt?"
Now that is a question that is designed to grate the nerves.
Why? Oh it's not just the guilt for forgetting the shirt or annoyance at
forgetting something so basic. It's that He knows where the damn thing is.
So out of bed one scampers to get His blasted shirt. There
might be some muttering about Him having legs and sleep... might be.
Sighs grace... it's a growth area
1 comment:
Hahaha! Yup. Like that.
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