A Letter For God

Dear God,

Can we talk about this weather thing you've got going on in Texas? I didn't complain (to you) too much when it seemed like we had 8 million seven rain days in a row that kept the kiddos indoors. It was gorgeous yesterday. Which led me to the capris and tee shirt that I was wearing today. And flip-flops. Without checking the weather. On the day it was in the 40's. And I was freezing. F-R-E-E-Z-I-N-G. Brr.

Also, let's talk about my mother. And I guess my father. They're up to something again. Ted's going to introduce me to the guy from church. I'm sure it's going to happen, and it will probably happen tomorrow. So, um, God...What am I supposed to do? What do I say? My mother told me "I'm telling you this so you will have something to say when you two finally meet." Do I fall back on an old standard line? "What's a nice guy like you doin' in a joint like this?" "Come here often?" And also, what am I supposed to do about the fact that my mom's been just short of stalking him for going on two years? Last question about this: Could you go ahead and send me one of those angel-dreams where Your plan for this particular situation is laid out for me? You will? Thanks a million.

So, I guess that's all for now. I'm sure I'll need something or want something or find my self in some sort of random situation in the near future, so I'll just end this with...

Talk to you later,
Jen