Egads...she poisoned the brandy.
16 years ago
Friday, August 29, 2008
God's house + a mouse
I love it when funny things happen at churches. Like one church we went to , they had their very own church mouse! No lie! Dad was preaching in this little one room church and there was brisket cooking in the back, so as Dad was doing his best to talk over all the growling stomachs, this mouse darted out from behind the stage! Not kidding this little piece of gray fluff was trying to get to the food! Every time it came out he darted back two seconds later. I thought he wouldn't go because I kept talking to him but, turns out, the whole time Mom had been shooing him away with her hand, which was down by her side. But mice very are stubborn and so, eventualy, Little John Churchmouse's nose got the best of him and, against all common sense, he ran back, TOWARD THE BRISKET! I never saw that little mouse again, but I know he didn't die, well not that Sunday anyway.
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This is a cool blog. I love the expression you use. Keep up the Good work.
Dad
Your mom told me about your blog. I cannot even imagine having to sit still and be quiet while a mouse runs around not far from your feet. I wonder if he ever got any of that brisket when noone was looking? But then again, maybe he came out to hear your dad preach. I'm going to tell Angelica about your blog, so she can read about all your adventures as you travel. Keep up the good writing.
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