Just got an email with the subject "Are people leaving your church?" My inner cynic (who often dominates my inner dialogue) sarcastically replies, "Never the ones I want to leave."
(Anyone who knows me knows I don't want anyone to leave, but ridiculous, "catchy" marketing email subject lines call for equally ridiculous responses.)
Just saw a guy wearing new dress pants. How do I know? The tags were still on the back pocket and the size sticker was running down the back of one leg. He's going to have an awesome day. Posted via LiveJournal.app.
Upon seeing a doorway on the top floor of a parking garage labelled "Elevator," I realized that the top floor is the one place where it can't properly be called an elevator at all.