For the good part of 50 years I’ve been waiting to be truly happy.
Now, just as things are really looking up, someone named Harold Camping is telling us that life as we know it will be over on Saturday.
I'm wondering why the Pope hasn't weighed in on this ... didn't he get the official memo from Sr. Lucia?
Well, all of this is just GREAT! [written with the maximum amount of sarcasm]
I have a respectable job that comes with minimal boss interference, and everything is going well.
I found a couple of excellent people that I LOVE hanging out with, and YES, I actually do leave my home without my computer on occasion now.
My past health problems are of little concern, 92 percent of the time — I’m not crazy… of course I still worry sometimes.
After nearly a full week of rainfall — an introduction to the apocalypse? — I was looking forward to spending some quality time with old and new friends and being at the Relay for Life all day Saturday.
I should definitely have my camera I guess, because I would get some awesome photos when all the good people start ascending into heaven.
Too bad dogs aren’t allowed at the Relay, because aside from one or two people, the one friend I would most like to be with in the end is the one that loves me unconditionally, my dog, Baron.
Am I thrilled about this weekend’s forecast? — Cloudy with a likelihood of total destruction. — No, no I’m not.
It would really mess up my future.
I have plans to go to Maine this Fall so I can enjoy the scenery and solitude since I missed it last year. That would really burn my biscuits if I couldn't go again this year!
If we’re all still here on Sunday … that would be awesome.
Hopefully most of the people I like will still be around to hear what the NEXT “absolutely for certain, you’d better believe it” predicted end of the world date will be.
In the meantime, maybe we should all re-think our daily snarkiness and start being kind to one another and making the most of our lives so when the Rapture does come, we can all hold hands and do it together.