Early church would start at noon.
Chicken noodle soup would have chicken in it.
Dentists would trim their nose hair.
Toilet lids would holler, “Hey! Come back here and put me down!” 91 more words
“If”. Such a little word, yet such an epic menace.
Anxiety loves to start sentences with “What if” or “If only”. In the height of my marriage-related anxiety, thoughts like “What if I’m making a mistake” and “If only I had a sign from God, then I’d know it’s going to be ok”, played on repeat. 471 more words