tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698427185797288473.post2827962054305009931..comments2023-04-03T08:53:58.741-04:00Comments on At least call me "Miss"...: Ringing in the New Year, Bitchy StyleDarbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14131404329985161603noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698427185797288473.post-21579672204799008202008-01-11T21:06:00.000-05:002008-01-11T21:06:00.000-05:00In the hospital we get people who want to pary ove...In the hospital we get people who want to pary over sick family members, it's not unexpected or anything, but one time I notices a group at a patient's bedside. "Weren't they at another bed a littel while ago?" Turned out they were going around and praying over everybody. "No, you need to leave. Now."The Platypushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18218313373934881975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698427185797288473.post-19814942233518118682008-01-02T00:14:00.000-05:002008-01-02T00:14:00.000-05:00I've always felt kinda weird about prayer in resta...I've always felt kinda weird about prayer in restaurants - when I waited and when I'm dining. It's like public singing - makes me feel kinda embarassed, but not for any reason I can put my finger on.<BR/><BR/>So anyway, the toddler learned how to pray and now insists we do it at every meal. Sometimes twice. And during desert. And sometimes in the bathtub. I'm getting over my prayer in restaurant phobia like it or not.<BR/><BR/>I had a point... can't remember it now... Will go pray for brain cells to return....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com