Me: Seriously. If you wanted me to be a nun, you should have made me born Catholic.
God: Seriously? I'm making you celibate, just convert and take the veil already.
Me: Look, I was sort of ok with the "he was an assohle/gay/Republican/not as cute when he opened his mouth" tactic, but this new "bad timing" thing? It sucks. Seriously, it's kind of mean.
God: I'm an awsome God not a nice God. And I'm late for an AA meeting. It was bad enough the day I woke up and found out I'd made the Detroit Lions "God's team", but now I'm apparently supporting Huckabee in Iowa. Huckabee! I've got to get this water into wine thing under control before I blackout and Rapture people - 1000 years with Kirk Cameron and people who actually believe the Left Behind series are good books? Now THAT would suck.
Me: Eight years of the Bush presidency buddy, and I have to pay for my booze. That noise is the world's tiniest violin, playing for you.
God: I hope your New Year's resolution was to adopt 5 cats and take up knitting.
Me: Goddammit!
God: Exactly.
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Maaaaaddddie! I found you.
Even though you sort of dissed knitting I'll still be your friend and read your blog.
Good luck w/ the running--I'm hoping you'll inspire me!
It was nice to see you on NYE--I hope your plane made it out.
Here's the link to Dave's-I mean Chaka's blog: http://bdminsomniac.blogspot.com/
Kathryn
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