Dear God, why can't every day be Cinco de mayo?!
Well of course not but I really think it's too late for that since I've been blogging for some time now.
Our priest said we're supposed to pray before meals and even in public. Father said, "You shouldn't be ashamed or embarrassed about Jesus, followed by... "You wouldn't want him to be embarrassed about you, now would you!?"
I never pray in public before meals because I don't want to draw attention to myself and I don't want to appear as self righteous, or haughty and honestly, I don't want to embarrass Jesus,
what if I have to slap one of my children at the table? (I never slap my children, I can't afford the counseling.)
My activity director decided to take us out for lunch yesterday and as you can see I'm having a great time but my poor director on the other hand, looks as though he's getting ready to part with one of his favorite dogs or maybe he's scheduled for some sort of costly, yet painful dental procedure or perhaps he's lost his best friend?
Nope, he still has his best friend!
Dental repairs are waaaay more painful than poison ivy, I'd better make my administrator some chocolate pudding but thinned down so he can slurp it through a straw and though he's getting rather expensive, I'll probably still keep him..... for now.