Last night I was preparing a lesson for the deacons about journal writing. I wanted to find something meaningful that I had written in one of my old journals. I came across this entry and laughed out loud. I guess this happened at a time when I was very diligent about writing in my journal every day. I thought it might be fun for you to read.
March 27, 2006
It is Tuesday, and I didn't write on Monday because I learned (or relearned) an important lesson about Heather. I made the mistake of jumping out from behind the recliner, in the dark, and scaring Heather. I got a great laugh out of it, but she screamed then yelled at me, ran to the bedroom and threw my pillow and journal out into the hall and slammed the door.
The only way I was able to redeem myself (at her suggestion, of course) was to giver her a foot massage with the "Toe the Line" nutty, gritty, lotion stuff. I saw that she was going to forgive me (after I promised I would never do it again-unless I forget and do it "ignorantly") so I made her read the scriptures to me as I worked on her feet.
All is well now. Moral of the story: The way to (or back into) a woman's heart is through her feet.
2 comments:
That is so funny! If that isn't the best advertisement for regular journal writing, I don't know what is.
Your foot rub restitution was a lucky break. You might have had ice in your pants...while you were sleeping.
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