You're a much, much more patient soul than I am, Ducks. Maybe it's that age has made my flashpoint a lot easier to get to, but...MAN. It would have been all I could do to keep silent through that little sermon.
I discovered recently that the food court in our mall has added a Bettie's Cupcakes. ZOMG!!! indeed! The only thing saving me is that they're $4 apiece and probably half a zillion calories. And there's a 20 minute drive involved. But...WOW.
Which makes me think I need to write some crack!fic about Dean and cupcakes. And Twitter.
I realize that you just couldn't throw them out the door, being that you were at work and all but dayum.
It's like when the Witnesses come to our house - they can wear a body down. So...if they are coming and I'm not up for a fight, I hide and don't answer the door. *iz a wuss*
If I feel like fighting, I tell them firmly that I'm not interested in their schpeel...thank you.
We used to have a dog who hated the Witnesses for some reason. We'd say. "Ty, Witness!" And he would run to the door barking like a mad man. (he as a lab cross, big and strong) I would open the door holding on to his collar and he would stand up on his back legs slobbering and growling, gnashing his teeth and trying to get through the screen door.
My mama made friends with the Witnesses the first time they came by, while somehow managing to make clear to them that she was quite satisfied teaching the catechesis at our Episcopal church. The Witnesses would come by every now and then, stay and talk in the living room for maybe half an hour, and I don't think I ever once heard them talk to Mom about religion. They were just buddies. It was bizarre.
Mwahahaha. I need to teach Lizz's German shepherd that trick. She's huge, and in the right light she looks like a freaking wolf, but she's far too sweet to intimidate anyone.
Well, if it makes you feel any better, I AM a Christian and I DO believe and I STILL get that speech from old people. It's like 'Yeah, but are you SURE!? REALLY SURE!? REALLY REALLY SURE!?!?!!?!?'
.... I think they just want to make really really sure. Or something. *headdesk*
I understand that it's a high-stakes thing, if you believe that a hell exists. You'd want to make super-triple sure. And if the evangelicals are right, then they'd actually be criminally negligent not to get the word out and save as many people as possible.
So, you know, I appreciate the sentiment. I just don't know how to respond.
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But...you sell CUPCAKES? I'll be right over.
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Zomg heaven.
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I discovered recently that the food court in our mall has added a Bettie's Cupcakes. ZOMG!!! indeed! The only thing saving me is that they're $4 apiece and probably half a zillion calories. And there's a 20 minute drive involved. But...WOW.
Which makes me think I need to write some crack!fic about Dean and cupcakes. And Twitter.
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It's like when the Witnesses come to our house - they can wear a body down. So...if they are coming and I'm not up for a fight, I hide and don't answer the door. *iz a wuss*
If I feel like fighting, I tell them firmly that I'm not interested in their schpeel...thank you.
We used to have a dog who hated the Witnesses for some reason. We'd say. "Ty, Witness!" And he would run to the door barking like a mad man. (he as a lab cross, big and strong) I would open the door holding on to his collar and he would stand up on his back legs slobbering and growling, gnashing his teeth and trying to get through the screen door.
Very effective deterrent.
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Mwahahaha. I need to teach Lizz's German shepherd that trick. She's huge, and in the right light she looks like a freaking wolf, but she's far too sweet to intimidate anyone.
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.... I think they just want to make really really sure. Or something. *headdesk*
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So, you know, I appreciate the sentiment. I just don't know how to respond.
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