Sure, there was a kerfluffle late last week on Facebook. I posted something on praying for God's favor, and a couple of people jumped on me saying that's a sin, and not to test the Lord. Then I looked and realized that it probably is easy to pass that kind of judgement when you're well off and advertising all over. What's even more interesting is that one of them posted something almost verbatim to that a week earlier. What? Well, I did the right thing: I dropped those hot potatoes and went right on. Some arguments aren't worth having, and that certainly wasn't worth the mental energy. But am I mad? No. If they want to limit their prayer life, that's their business. And now they have one less person to advertise to. I'm supposing they don't need it.
I have to admit, though, that I have been bad. I went to The Avon Store today,and didn't tell anybody I was going. They laughed at me for coming in with a shopping list, but let me say that if ANYBODY knew I was going, I would have been carrying lists for EVERYBODY. The Avon lady probably does better business than drug dealers in these parts. Seriously, people love the stuff around here. You'd think they were Heisenberg (Breaking Bad reference!) and rolling in the 'fat stacks.' If people find out you're "hooked up," then everybody wants to be your friend. My Avon representative quit a little over a year ago, and frankly I didn't look for another one because it's easier to go to the store and get what I need, when I need it. But I must do it quietly. All this stealth for my fixation on Skin So Soft Original body wash. It's kind of funny.
I won't be searching or begging for power strips anymore either, because I went by Walmart, got one, and hid it. The secret is not that I have a power strip, the secret is where I have a power strip. I got tired of that wild goose chase, so I ended it. Insert evil laughter *here*.
And in closing, I'd like to tell whoever is filling up my Spam inbox with running shoes ads that they must have missed the social media post where I said that I have plantar fasciitis, because I won't be running anywhere for a couple of months at least. Actually, I wasn't running much before that, either. I'm more of a walking or stationary bike kind, and it's going to be the bike until this heals. It would take Pennywise the Clown from Stephen King's It chasing me with sushi to get me running. Can you see that now?
Pennywise: Come here for your tasty Asian treat, Sherri!
There's a mental image to leave you with.
So no, I'm not mad. I'm just going through life. The most evil thing happening is my plan to turn the panspermia theory on it's head in Book 3 of The Earthside Trilogy. That's the theory that all life is seeded from a source that was spread by interstellar objects. Or so they say. We shall see what I say about that one. More evil laughter *here*.
That's all today. Take care, and have a great week.