Sometimes I worry I’m boring.
I used to be fun but the pastor has taken all the excitement out of me.
Case in point: yesterday, Mabel and I drove to see gal pal, Sara in Chaska. Sara and I first got to know each other working at Trinity in Stillwater and then we actually lived together for a summer in Stilly. We would have laugh riots together. We would do crazy things and have complicated awesome inside jokes. Yesterday, there was a lack of laugh riots. Not so much crazy except when a dog and a puppy get to playing. Things were pretty subdued over dinner and Diet Coke. I don’t blame Sara. I blame me.
In fact, sometimes I bore myself.
Bore, bore, bore.
[she says as she watches her cheesy australian soap, figures the mathematics of quilt tops in her head, and plans on being in bed by 11.]
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