It’s Sunday.

This is the day I check in with God and tell him about my week.

I’d do it at Church, but I’m banned. I figured that out after I noticed that when I show up there’s like 20 guys who look like Father Merrin lining the walk up to the doors so- I get the hint already.

 

Dear God,

It’s been a long week.

It’s had it’s moments though.

Here was the biggest news story to come out of Mountlake Terrace this week- two kids stole a car and set it on fire.

Our major local paper actually wrote a story about it.

And God, they put it on the Internet for everyone in the world to see.

I’m not sure what mortifies me more- kids who burn cars or newspapers that write detailed news reports about it.

I have an idea, if you could send an invasion force made up of Flying Monkeys to attack Mountlake Terrace our local paper could write about an issue that really does affect the people of Mountlake Terrace and all of us live this lame ‘news’ story down.

It’s just an idea.

God, I know you promised not to do the flooding thing again but if you could do one of those surgical strikes and wipe out any theatres showing Summer Sequels I’d be ever so grateful.

They’re making us pay to watch repeats God.

That’s so unfair.

Bruce Campbell says in this article ( here ) that Studios are creatively bankrupt.

He’s too kind.

They were never creative to begin with.

Now Almighty One, I like a good laugh now and then too, but that thing you did in Hoquiam.

It was out of control.

Let me refresh your memory.

All these people showed up in Hoquiam for the Senior Babe Ruth state baseball tournament and instead of the smell of peanuts and crackerjacks they got to huff something nasty from the Ocean Protein Fish Meal plant.

“But this odor has been so pervasive and it has a bit of the cooking smell, not just raw smell, that we believe something is escaping and not being treated well enough.”

Richard Stedman- Olympic Region Clean Air Agency

Something is ‘escaping’?

ESCAPING?

Excuse me while I go hide under my bed for the next 100 years.

Really.

See you next Sunday God.

I mean

Amen