Well, chalk it up to. . .
Whatever.
I talked to my friends, "the pastors," about my, uh, slip-the other night.
And there is a lesson for me in all of this. I know it.
I just can't quite recall it right now. But it's in there.
Yeah? The f-bomb? Eh. I'm over it.
Pretty much anti-climactic admitting my faults-er-slips-er-things.
You know?
I mean, it did prove to me that things I do are usually a bigger deal than I think they are.
Go fig.
But good that I was real with people. Two of the three people standing near me didn't even get that I said that word.
Yet again, go figure.
Someday things will be different. Someday.
Oh, how I love springtime.
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