Sometimes I reflect upon the persons I encounter on FR, and I think, "People at least this weird could be walking around my local Walmart, and I'd never know." It reminds me to keep a hand on my purse!
Tom suggested that I do a little test to see if any of the Stewardship Commission members actually read my draft mission statement. I included, as one of our initiatives, "Engaging in armed combat with other stewardship programs within the Charlotte Diocese and beyond." Also, the Welcome Committee's functions include "paying Tom more to do the lawn."
Ohdang.
I see people here, and I know some go to Walmart, but thankfully, I miss seeing them because I go shopping early and they don’t even roll out of bed until 1000 or so.
And, as an aside, I wish I could find some Crocs I could afford. I don’t have anything appropriate for summer, and I’m tired of wearing my “tenny-runners.”
I played with my files today and renamed my personal history, and even edited that. So far, I have only 15 pages done but I need to go back and read it and see if I can add anything. One thing is for sure: It won’t be as colorful or as interesting as Igor’s is!
Perhaps tomorrow, I can get back into the personal history and make some progress with it.
Captain Kirk: "I'm not sure, but I think we've just been insulted."
Bones McCoy (laconically): "I'm sure."
LoL!
Circle the Wagons, form a Kraal. Wierdos at three miles and closing.
:)