The strange knock at the door this morning left J-Bird and I staring at each other an entire 10 seconds before either of us moved. He was shirtless, so I said I’d get it. Mistake.
As I flung the door open, I saw 2 men dressed in their Sunday best and I realized I was about to be converted by the Bible thumpers. Crap. As the one guy started talking, my brain ran through excuses: my cat needed me, I was in the middle of spring cleaning, my husband was dying upstairs, fainting…we’re atheists, but thank you for stopping by is what I suddenly blurted out before my brain even had a chance to process what was happening.
The guy didn’t miss a beat, Why? What brought you to that decision?. Alright brain, you had taken control the first time, go ahead. But this time I didn’t have an answer. That’s because my first statement hadn’t been entirely true. You see, J-Bird and I just aren’t religious people, but not only that, we just don’t talk about it very much. Oh, we’re just more spiritual than religious, but you guys have a good day. That’s all I could tell the guy at the moment.
I then realized that J-Bird and I need to DTR [define the relationship] with Jesus.
Not of the burritos, that is. Sorry. Nonetheless I’d consider yesterday a success. I like burritos & I like photography.
Our resident garden that’s only like 3 blocks from the house is in full bloom & is absolutely beautiful. I could just go out there & spend an entire day I love it so much. I spent yesterday morning down there wondering around looking lost with burrito breath.
Here’s some of what I got:
I have a busy weekend planned of visiting a couple friends a few towns over & perhaps meeting up with my Mom for a visit, so I’ll see you guys on Monday. Happy weekending.