as i was in the middle of eating my lunch, i noticed that the fridge door was wide open. the worst part was that there wasn’t a soul around to blame.
this morning, when my parents got to our house to
watch L while we went to our Bible class, D said to them,
“you have to come into my mom and dad’s bedroom to see what my mom did!”
they each followed.
“she made the bed!”
well, there goes any attempt to convince my parents that i make the bed every day.
and for the record, i rarely make it, okay?
the choice is usually between getting dressed and making the bed.
i’m not perfect.
nothing close to it.
for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God