Dear God, I Don’t Think You’re Funny

You ever have one of those days when you know God must be joking? I can picture Him now … sitting up there on a cloud having tea with St. Christopher … choking, I’m sure, on His English Breakfast tea a few times from all the laughing He and St. Chris are doing. Don’t get me wrong here—I’m glad, honored really, to provide the big guy with a little humor today but enough already—can’t He move on and torment some other poor soul?

I mean all I wanted to do was go for a nice, long walk with my dog! And it’s raining. Not just raining but raining like I’m sure Noah is probably scanning the Earth for the missing unicorn and all the other animals that never got on the ark the first go around.

For fear of sounding like one of the million bloggers who blog only so they can retell their daily tales of woe, I am going to resist the urge to blab on about all the crap that’s already happened today (at this ripe hour of 8:47 a.m.)—BUT—if someone would humor me (not you God, I’ve had enough of your little pranks today) and tell me why everything crappy has to happen in one day, I’d love to hear from you.

I need my morning walk!! It’s the way I recharge my days. My week. My brain. My attitude.

OK. OK. In God’s defense, I suppose maybe it’s best to get it all over with in one full swoop—I mean why bless me with a week full of semi-crappy days when He can just give me one? All the same, I think I’m going to forego getting the mail later today … God only knows what heavenly news might be delivered on this oh, so lovely day. And now, I’m off to get my mojo on in the rain. Oh, and if I spot a unicorn, I’ll be sure to let you all know about it tomorrow. Cheers!

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