Coming down the stairway to go back to my office I decide that as long I'm near the restroom I should take advantage of it. So I walk through the doors and decided to fix my hair first, then I do what I intended to do (dont want to be gross) and suddenly I hear from the stall beside mine in a raspy voice "I like your shoes"
I was totally freaked out by that and muttered a "uh thanks"
If that freaked me out what happened next completely just through me. I see a hand reach under the stall and it touched my shoe. The same raspy voice proclaimed "Those must be comfortable"
I muttered "they are" and made a mad dash out of the stall- washed my hands and exited the restroom barely holding in the laughter. Who talks to random people in the stalls let alone touch them? It was weird and freaky but absolutely funny.
Yesterday I was very much burden if you can't tell by my previous posts. I spent sometime in prayer as I tried to prepare my devotions for AK Ladies retreat. Wanting what God would have me to do...I as long as I maintained that attitude towards life continually seeking what He would have me to do He'll show me where I go wrong and He'll bless me when I am doing right. That's all that I need to concern myself with. If I'm doing what God would have me to do those that do cause strife in contention will be held accounted for it. Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, doesn't mean that it gets hard when you experience it over and over again but it means God will bless you for keeping the right attitude. :=)
One of those blessings though small was today has been filled with such genuine laughter, appreciate, and joy :-)
Thank you for letting me cry on your shoulder :-)
I hope you all have a blessed day
Friday, April 20, 2007
"I Like You Shoes"
Posted by The Middle J at 1:19 PM
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That's a good one!!!! Kelley was sitting here beside me and I shared it with her. We both thought it was funny.:) I don't think I could of held the laughter in.
lol whoa! that would have been weird.
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