Sign, sign, everywhere a sign…

Was in church this morning to watch my girls sing in the choir. That was fine and they sung well. The service was boring as ever.

It was made worse by the fact that the heating units they have under the pews were set way too high. It was so warm that I wanted to check my wallet to see if my credit cards were melted. I am surprised I didn’t smell cooking meat. But then it struck me that maybe I was the only one feeling such heat sitting in church. Perhaps the intense heat on my ass was a sign…


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