Hi. Good Saturday morning to you all. Trina here, bringing you a little Saturday morning silliness.
Just two weeks ago, I told you all that there was a knock at my door. Well, this fine, brisk Saturday morning, my doorbell rang.
I handled the people on my stoop in much the same way I handled the last pair of God’s children who summoned me to my door on a “lazy” Saturday morning (I was working at the time). All the while, of course, the dog was trying to push her way by me.
Do you think they are ganging up on me?
Do you think they are passing my address around?
Do you think it’s a conspiracy?
Do you think it’s a sign?
Do you think I have to wait until it happens one more time (making it three times – trinity) before I chalk it up as a miracle and repent like Francis Collins after seeing a frozen waterfall? Or does it only count if the people were all frozen? (It was kind of cold outside both times.)
Do you think I ask too many questions?