I’m Going To Hell
It’s Sunday morning and I’m happily snuggled in my bed. BigD comes in and says, come on — we need to get moving. “Why” I ask. “Church” is his response. Oh yes – it is Sunday. But it’s still dark out. And I’m cold. And I have something of a headache. And I really don’t want to get out of bed. So, I say “no.”
He’s such a good Dad – he took the kids to church on his own. I stayed happily at home, in bed. Then I watched Will & Grace and laughed hysterically. I asked God to forgive me for skipping church to stay home and watch reruns. But I enjoyed it so very much. And I did laundry – that makes up for it, right?
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