This is the way the story goes…

Every morning, I tell myself, back in the day, I would get up at 5:30 am to exercise. After hip pain, lower back pain, a knee injury, and other issues, my walking routine became less frequent. I would be able to build a fitness routine these days if I just started somewhere. I want to say I do. 5 minutes here or there. My interest now is writing on my blog. I get the same satisfaction sitting at my computer desk, typing

Short story of the day,

I was entering the church for a Sunday service when, right before my eyes, the preacher pulled out a Biblioklept. I gasped at the sight of the biggest Bible I ever did see. All of a sudden, my allergies flared up, and I sneezed the loudest. My preacher’s wife said “Acnestis,” which is the polite way to say “Bless you” in church. The thing is, I knew I would sneeze again, so to avoid a wrest pin (a huge scene), I stood up to sing the words to I’ll Fly Away as an Agelast; a distraction of sorts. Lo and behold, my perisdteronic; my foot warmers were purple. I forgot to change them to my Sunday best foot warmers. Clearly, my purple feet warmers were a limerence, a pure embarrassment to the congregation. A sight for sore eyes, they were. I sat down in shame. I looked over Sonder, kind of discreetly, to see my vellichor. Do you know someone was trying to steal my tires? On my Sunday morning vehicle. And then, for some reason, my Sunday School lesson was not petrichor. It wasn’t in sync with the topic the preacher was discussing. Wasn’t that lugubrious? So frustrating.
# FibbingFriday. I thought my family would OUST me from the family at the onset of the circumstances of wearing purple foot warmers to church. I was going to be destined to be an OUTLAW #3TC

These are the mishaps that happened during the church service. It’s only a portion #FOWC of my day. My grocery store antics happened later that afternoon. My grocery list was not long. I needed lemons for water, apples for fiber, and bread. After all my church drama, I thought the rest of the afternoon would be smooth sailing until I heard someone say, I’m sorry. That phrase is so overused. I am embarrassed to admit that I was in search of junk food to overeat. I claim to be on a healthy diet, but I wish I could convince myself to portion the cookies I eat a day. Then, I could go home, listen to my cat’s meow, and know which one meowed even if I were blindfolded. I could do this while I ate my cookies. 🍪

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