Andrew Moore
Patron
This afternoon I heard through the grapevine that the missus and I have been officially declared! Tap the keg ... it's party time!
It's funny. We quit the church publicly some time ago. We've made no bones about it when asked. Finding out that the church finally got around to declaring us is an odd feeling.
The whole "You can't quit! You're fired!" routine is the last gasp; a final effort to create an illusion of control. And it's about as effective as yelling at an ashtray to "stand up!"
Too late, babycakes. Pamela and I have long since put on our walking shoes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5k9UDRO43Vc
(If and when we get the goldenrod, we'll let you all know.)
It's funny. We quit the church publicly some time ago. We've made no bones about it when asked. Finding out that the church finally got around to declaring us is an odd feeling.
The whole "You can't quit! You're fired!" routine is the last gasp; a final effort to create an illusion of control. And it's about as effective as yelling at an ashtray to "stand up!"
Too late, babycakes. Pamela and I have long since put on our walking shoes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5k9UDRO43Vc
(If and when we get the goldenrod, we'll let you all know.)