|"Singin' in the bathtub! Gettin' squeaky clean!"|
I heard strange sounds on the porch.... oh noes! It's The End of The World As We Know It!!
Nah-- the sparrows have discovered that they can take dust baths in my empty flower pots. They're makin' a Big Mess, too--but that's alright. They're so cute while 'bathing' in my flower pots, I haven't the heart to chase them off.
Busy, busy-- I *will* respond to comments after I get back from being O-cha Toban (Tea Mom at baseball). Promise!
This is mainly a public service announcement to let everybody know that it's May 21st over here, and we seem to still be here. I didn't notice any particular Rapturing going on this morning...
Ittekima--su! Mata, ne!
Alert reader, Jerry, informs me that the Rapture doesn't start until 6:00pm... so I'll keep an eye out at baseball practice for you all;-))
Well, it's 7:36pm. I watched dutifully out the window, 6:30ish or so-- and noticed nothing unusual, though there surely be some JW's who would qualify for Rapture Status. We ate our dinner. We're trimming toenails and doing homework.
"Move along! There's nothing to see here! Move along!"
Yet another beautiful theory, slain by an ugly fact...
Mata asobou, ne;-)
(p.s.-- Teddy won his baseball game, 28 to 7. End of the World--but only for the other team...;-)