I searched through the pile, looking for the softest, best roll I could find. Fresh baked. Mmmm. I love bread. But as I journeyed through the mound, I discovered some with hard tops, others from around the edges, and some, well, frankly, just seemed like they had been baked too long. I grabbed the one that seemed to suffer the least. My Mom commented on my poking around. I told her they were just like guys. Never can seem to find the right one. She rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, whatever." I figured I had to defend myself somehow as she was scoping out some dude on retreat here for me. I put the roll back.
"Now you don't want it?" she asked.
"No," I replied as I left the kitchen. " I told you, rolls are just like guys. Never can seem to find the right one."
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*tries to control her laughter* Someone needed to say it and boy you sure did. I love it! If this really happened and I bet it did you are just flat out awesome. I also know that God baked you a roll just right. All you need to do is find the right bakery.
ReplyDeleteYou know it happened. Sure God baked me a roll just right... But on this planet?
ReplyDeleteIf anything He will beam him down for you at just the right time.
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