Delores and Hubert and I joined our church family for an intimate Ash Wednesday service complete with a cross on our foreheads. When we went to lunch the waitress told Delores she had something on her face. That turned into a mini-lesson on Methodist traditions. The Episcopal priest was at the diner as well and of course, he noticed our marks. Most people think that it's just a Catholic practice.
I'm still chasing my tail on paperwork for the Marketplace and found that the HR department at my former employer has no access to records prior to a sale that happened three months after I left. How niiiice. So I'm given a corporate number for the former company and you can imagine how that went. When I asked for HR's number they gave me the number of our local hospital.....the one with a phone tree type deal. Sigh. I finally got in touch with somebody who gave me credentials to log into the old payroll system but the username and password she gave me don't work.
I gave Delores a tour of the cabin remodel and she was impressed like everybody is. Johnny and Billy have done some mighty fine work down there. It's kind of a boost to my faith to go down there and see Daddy's flowers still coming up.
Y'all be faithful and humble and lay off of Bernie. Seriously.
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