dudemanflab's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Be an organ donor, Give your heart to Jesus! It was all so simple, she thought with a sigh, he was going to graduate and then stay in town while she finished her degree. Then they would get married, live a year or two near their friends, get settled in, then move out West or East. It didn't matter, so long as they left the Midwest. By then Teller would be ordained. They'd go together to Men's Warehouse or Dillards to buy him a pinstripe suit. She'd convince him of it, at least, after he insisted for a time on brown Corduroy. Do you really think people will listen to a pastor who wears Corduroy? Maybe twenty years ago, but, baby, they've gotten smarter. They'll see right through you. What are you trying to say? They'll think they're seeing right through you. Benny Hinn wears corduroy, and he's always jumping around and knocking people across the stage. No one can trust a pastor who wears corduroy. Trust me, you have to buy this one. And he would reluctantly give in to her and then smile and they would buy it with the money they had earned from her teaching piano lessons and his tutoring home school students in Koine Greek. Then they would go home and she would make pasta or some sort of stir fry. But things hadn't been that simple. 10:21 a.m. - July 05, 2008 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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