I hope none of you clicked on that title expecting a very spiritual or philosophical post, because it’s not. Just some more funnies I want to record…
My mom is visiting this week. She watched Anja on Monday while we were at work. At one point, she heard Anja saying, “Where is God? Where is God?” and wandering around the house looking. Finally, spotting her Bible, she said happily, “There He is!”
We may have to have a talk about our Bible becoming an idol earlier than I thought… 🙂
Mom took us all out to eat tonight at Wildfire Restaurant (Yummy food, great service…I had the Chopped Salad and part of a walleye sandwich, Husband had some really good braised short ribs, and Mom got a burger with a gluten-free bun; all were delicious!). After the meal we were waiting for the bill and Anja started to get restless, so Husband took her outside. As soon as they walked outside, Anja declared, “It’s nice out!”
Lastly, a question. Why is it that pooping is a recreational sport for men? Most women I know go into a bathroom, do their duty, wash up and are done. Men, on the other hand, will go into a bathroom, 6 days’ worth of reading material in hand, and exit in a cloud of steam 45 minutes later looking very pleased with themself. What is up with that?