The Propaganda of the Dribbled Undies

Last night someone asked me what was going on with her child; she is potty training that is slowly un-potty-training herself after 6 months of success. “It’s normal,” I said. “mine always do that,” sez I. As if mine doing that as well makes it normal. Of course, it doesn’t. But it makes it feel normal. The subtle propaganda of dribbled undies.

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Bedtime

One couldn’t sleep and one was simply officiating the other with self-righteousness oozing from every pore. Over and over.

Finally, it sinks into my exhausted brain, and almost without understanding why I found myself heaving myself out of bed and off to put an end to this nonsense

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I Don't Need Pity, I Just Need Jesus

I know you all know the kind of people I am talking about here? No matter how carefully you trod on their acreage, you absolutely will and do step on hidden land mines. They hide the mines and then blame you for stepping on them. You can be as respectful, kind, and good hearted as you want. For the other person it begins and ends with their emotional maturity and strength of character.

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King Jesus

Last weekend as we walked through the first class compartment of the plane, I saw a young woman impatiently tell her friend something about the plug in extendable arm of her chair. Her friend clearly did not respond the way she thought she should, because I passed by I heard her mutter “Jesus”.

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Just a Thumb

I sat on the kitchen floor blinking owlishly as my daughters, their many preteen problems are momentarily forgotten as they struggled not to laugh. “Are you ok,” Sumyr managed to ask around her biting her lips in mirth. “I am fine except I think I broke my thumb,” I replied. Everyone looked a little disappointed. Only a thumb?

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Guile

I had decided to stop drinking coffee this morning, but when I woke up, unexpecedly it was Monday and I could think of no way to start Monday off in a worse way than to skip my beloved brew. It just didn’t seem right. Sure, I can skip drinking it, but what are the emotional ramifications on the coffee if I reject it on such an unseemly day.

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