I was quite hungry the other day with not many options around.
I dug into a cupboard and discovered a pack of Milk Arrowroot biscuits.
Not my first choice but in the absence of a cooked steak or burger they'd do fine.
I had one and experienced a flashback to my childhood.
Not twenty years beforehand, I had almost repeated identically each step.
Probably except for desiring a steak.
The only difference was this time I'm sure the biscuit was half the thickness of it's earlier incarnation.
Now time does do funny things to a person's mind, and I may well be a bit deluded here, but I'm sure today's version was lacking substance.
Now I don't want to get into an argument about how good things were "back in the day"
But this was a MILK ARROWROOT biscuit!
Is nothing sacred?
Also I don't want to take this medium and refer to a large multinational company as being cheap.
But come on Arnott's stop being so cheap!
Anyway I had another and then another and then one more because once I had discovered the pack I really wanted to have 2.
After 4 I felt like I had had 2.
I've just re-read that and realised I've surpassed turning into my father, I am now my granddad.
Now get off my lawn and leave me alone.
Ya whipper snapper.
Leviticus 5
The awareness of one's guilt is the signal to do something about it.
No matter who you were, there was a way to be made right again.
Because everybody does something wrong.
At some stage.
Everybody.
If you could afford a lamb, sacrifice a lamb.
If you could afford a couple of doves, sacrifice them.
If all you could afford was flour, offer that up.
Make it right before God.
Wow. My wife is great. Really great. Really really great. Oops. She just side-tracked me with her beauty.
I really shouldn't leave this open when I go to another room.
Where was I?
Atoning for one's sins.....
Hmmmmm, appropriate.
I guess the big thing I extract from here is that everybody does something that is wrong.
Sometimes we just don't realise at the time.
But it happens.
Even with me....
I really should shave off my moustache. My wife hates it. And she's always right. All the time.
Donna needs to be in the spotlight.
She is such a shy delicate petal. Totally gorgeous and caring.
And such a cheeky saboteur.
Back to it.
We sin. Even when not trying to.
The important thing is to make it right when we realise.
Not just to God.
But definitely to those we may have hurt.
It's going to happen.
Just be thankful we don't need to kill stuff now to gain God's favour now.
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A few women I know are unimpressed with their husbands' mustaches. Since I can't really grow one and therefore don't try, maybe I should take advantage of this... Hmm...
Good thoughts, Steve, when we go back to being on topic.
Getting back on topic was tricky. Distracted by crippled child needing shower.
Lessons learned. Don't remain logged on when not in room and don't leave the room when blogging.
:D
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