I need to get out more
I woke up this morning spooning my dog.
Let that soak in for a minute…
Spooning. My. Dog.
Now, while there’s nothing intrinsically wrong with this, I still found it a little disturbing. Perhaps more so because I had a dream about getting two flat tires with my ex-wife in the car and her remaining perfectly calm the whole time. Obviously, it was a dream, because that would never have happened in life. Trust me.
In any case, I am sure that this is a sign I need to get out more, eyebrows or not, if only to meet more people that I’d feel safe dating. Right now, my best prospects are a Federal parole officer, a friend’s ex, and a reformed lesbian. Actually, I’m just kidding about one of those, but I’ll let you all guess which one. So, I think I need some updated pictures for the on-line dating sites I’m still a member of and, well, to start getting out more.
Pray for me.
Advice from your Uncle Jim:
"Our devotion to truth may bring us into conflict with those around us. What we need to remember is that we are not responsible for convincing anyone else of what we believe to be true."
