Yesterday afternoon, a red car pulled over in front of my house and a man got out. It was the minister from church and my heart sank... No, not because I didn't like him. Actually I like chatting with him, even though I'm not a Christian. It was because my living room looked as if it had been bombed... I must mention that my house is not dirty. Just things are not in the places where they should be. And I am not the only one to blame. (Just an excuse for being a lazy sort.)
Well, I shoved 100 things into the cubby hall in 10 seconds, and then opened the door for him. We had a nice chat and I'm grateful for his visit. But why people from the church always knock my front door when the room is untidy? Are they spying on us??
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