So, God and I had a fight. Well, actually, I threw a fit because I wasn’t getting my way. Hey, I don’t think it’s really fair because God is supposed to know what we want and need and he knows very well I want and need a job. He has let me feed him delicious doughnuts and cinnamon rolls and continued to leave all the work up to me. I decided he was being a typical man. He sits back and watches angels fly around, eating the food I serve, and letting me sweat, so I decided not to give him anything this week. No coffee, no sweets. So there!!
And guess what? I got my first job offer in six months. Ha! I think God decided he better “man up” if he expects free treats.
So, our little spat is over, but I’m sure we will have others because now that have a job in the fall, I have picked out his new task – finding me a suitable significant other.
So, look out single, available, straight men who are not living with their parents or in an insane asylum. (I realize that still leaves a wide girth of men that will NOT be favorable. But, I have to start somewhere.) God has armed a cupid or two (or probably a flying monkey) and is picking your name from a Goblet of Fire.
Let the comedy of dating begin… “May the odds be ever in your favor.”
Talking to Myself 