Seems like I’ve been talking to God a lot recently. It’s nice; feels like I’m calling up an old-time friend who moved overseas when we were both really young. We chat, we laugh, we gossip, we share our hopes for the future.
Looks like I’m not the only one addressing God like (S)He’s a normal dude(ette). These kids are on point.
I feel you, Ginny. President's Day just doesn't cut it.
Or my cowboy boots.
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