I felt bad for me, too. We has scouts an hour early so we could make it for happy hour (silly me thought it went until 5). Oh, well, atleast your tithing paid for it and it didn't come out of my pocket (atleast it won't if I remember to turn in my receipts!)
And by unwitting, I mean that they usually have no idea what I'm saying about them, in which case I have offered this small olive-branch: a pseudonym, as if that somehow will lessen their embarassment when they get old enough to realize I have been offering the world a running commentary on their life.
Thanks for the inspiration, Art, Bob, Chuck, Dot, and Ed.
And the man and me, Fred and Gert, the Head Chicken Herders.
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We were coming home from Sonic when we saw you! My kids felt bad for you because you had just missed happy hour!
I felt bad for me, too. We has scouts an hour early so we could make it for happy hour (silly me thought it went until 5). Oh, well, atleast your tithing paid for it and it didn't come out of my pocket (atleast it won't if I remember to turn in my receipts!)
I always forget to turn in my receipts.
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