I don't know if I've mentioned this, but Fred is a pastor. (I myself am not a religious person.)
I am a tad bit obsessive about cleaning. The house is usually a mess, because no one else around here cares, but I organize constantly in the quest for a perfection that never comes. Today I cleaned out a drawer that had some old stuff of Fred's in it.
One of the things in the drawer was a small wooden carving of Jesus. There was a wooden cross next to it; the two apparently went together. So I went to ask Fred if he still wanted this thing.
He said, "Well, it's in the drawer because Jesus fell off the cross and I just hated to nail him back on."
About Me
- Thurbersmom
- Bedrock, Missouri
- Six kids, bio and adopted. Dogs, cats, birds, rabbits. Husband Fred (as in Flintstone). And me. Why blog? Well, some people are compelled to write things down, and some people aren't. It's like that tree that falls in the forest with no one there to hear it--if you don't write it down, did it really happen?
