I went tonight and had this

at T.G.I.Fridays. That's one big mofo burger, but it was pretty deelish. Elizabeth, just after the food arrived, asked me if I minded if she prayed, and I said, "uh, no - be my guest." She made the sign of the cross and bowed her head for a few moments, and once she finished I asked, "did you pray that I get a lot of money?" She said no, but told me she prays I will meet a wonderful man. That's nice of her!
Last summer, while I was sweating and suffering in my 34 degree celcius apartment, my mother told me my grandmother had been praying I get an air conditioner. Lo and behold, this past May, I had two HVAC technicians appear to install a brand spanking new "air-con," so I am a believer in the power of prayer. Thanks Gramma!
I'm anticipating Prince Charming will knock on my door any day now.
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