Dear God,
I hope you’re doing well. Thanks for the awesome summer and the incredible kidlets and and family. All’s good down here. Kindergarten is fine, except for that one little hiccup on the second day of school and we’re really loving Spanish Immersion, even if the kids can’t understand a thing, but hey, they didn’t understand a word at their Hebrew preschool either. Leg-up, I say.
Anyway, the house is good, even though the disposal and dishwasher don’t work which is kind of a mind-trip since this is only my third week as a nearly stay at-home mom. Are you testing me, God? Because I think you won the last round when I didn’t know how much bleach goes in the wash and poured it all over my khakis (stay at home moms wear khakis).
Thanks, God for the awesome job you worked out for La Gringa. She really loves it. We now truly embrace the goodness of mobile porn like never before. But trust in her, truly, that if there is entertainment beyond porn to be found, La Gringa will make it happen. Before you know it, those booby videos will be slapstick somethingruther instead and that will please you, I’m sure.
I’ve got one small request (well, beyond helping me figure out the whole smudges on the baseboards thing), can you please, since she claims to speak to you in tongues, go tell your loyal follower Sarah Palin to step off my jock? In fact, can you help her find her way to, um, I don’t know, Russia (since she can see it from Alaska), or even um, something a little more up her alley, like how about Steve Irwin’s old job? She could be the Barracuda Hunter. She’d like that. And so would I.
Oh and one more thing, God, I think you’re cool for doing this whole Women Can Have it All thing. It’s really been an eye opener, um, sort of. WWMMD (What Would Mary Magdeline Do)?
Amen.
Side Gigs
