Here is one just for you:
I was having some deep thoughts about if I mattered to anyone. (Triggered by an old woman in my parent's ward at church that grew up thinking she was worthless and insignificant.) Haunting dreams of empty funeral homes would wake me from a restless sleep. Then suddenly, in the dead of night I was filled with great hope and I realized that I do make a difference in this world! The Vons near me didn't have any Quaker Oatmeal with cinnamon flavoring (no cinnamon spice, no cinnamon roll, not even cinnamon spice with gross raisins). I asked them to order some and they have been stocking it ever since. I am not the only one that buys it, so someone somewhere out there appreciates me, whether they know it or not. I can hold my head high. The funeral home may still be empty, but at least someone's stomach won't be.
The end.
May all your Christmases be Merry!
3 comments:
You matter to me!! The funeral home wouldn't be completely empty! I would be there (if I didn't die first in which case I would be waiting to greet you at heaven's gate and my spirit would be at your funeral.) You seriously make me laugh! You need to bring that sense-o-humor to the east - STAT!
oh my goodness....I appreciate the cinnamon, I was super bummed when they stopped stocking it. :)
Dude!!! I was planning to sing at your funeral.
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