So I was looking all over for my water bottle the other day, and not just at my house, but in classrooms I had been in, vehicles I had ridden in, the Fuller lost and found, everywhere.
I did finally find it…at the back of my fridge, which I’m sure illustrates some theological point…but I don’t care what it is and neither should you. : )
2 comments:
Could it be that the answer is in obvious spot? Or did you not ask your wife? The wife always knows....
Ah David,
Welcome to my world.
Mom
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