I wonder what the occasion is.
Okay, that one made me giggle!
Welllll . . .
Generally speaking, for folks flailing about in such a fashion . . .
if it’s an excess . . . of . . . uhhhh . . . a non-solid and non-liquid . . . we could pray for . . . healing or deliverance or release or something.
And if it’s a cockleburr under the saddle, we could pray it’s found and removed . . .
And if it’s an ingrown toenail, we could also pray for healing and suggest a bit of cotton and a toothpick to force sufficient cotton under the nail corner to be left there until it grows out—the best treatment I know—having had two big nails pulled off by the Doc for such horrors—when I was in marching band, no less.
Then again . . . we could just sit back and shake our heads . . . and watch the spewing tableau.
I should go to pottery. I’m already behind this first week of the semester.