(I really hate those things.)
(Send this to ten people and the one that sent it to you in ten seconds and in ten days you will receive ten thousand dollars in multiples of ten.)
(And I know that sounds ridiculous, but there are people that actually send that mess.)
(No. They are not giving a penny per forwarded e-mail to some needy child to pay for a transplant. No. Your luck isn't going to change. No. They are not giving a way free IPads to those that send the e-mail to everyone in their address books.)
(In fact, if I see "FW:" in the subject line, that's an automatic DELETE for me.)
Let's just refocus.
Breathe.
Calm down.
Ok, I'm back. I managed to get a little sidetracked. I started to stand on my soap box, but I've about worn that thing out.
So the e-mail is just one of those things that shows up at the right time from the right person.
I value the person's opinion a lot, and the fact that there has been silence on the topic of career moves in the past few weeks had me a little concerned that I may have disappointed the person.
As Little Foot would say, "I'm so appointed."
She said that tonight when she couldn't find her beloved (spare, mind you,) lovey lamb that has been with her since birth.
Apparently, the one just wouldn't do. But then she saw her curly dog from BAB, and she somehow found the will to carry on.
(I have no idea where all the dramatic tendencies come from.)
(It must be one of those recessive genes.)
Just so happened that Sunday's sermon was based on fruits of the spirit.
Ironic? I think not.
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