Robbers Cave Advance (because Unitarians don't like the word "Retreat")
At church this morning I made the life sucking commitment to go on the retreat next weekend. (and lil' Mer will be pushing me in my wheelchair with "Mudders" on it)
There's no way I can do this, but I'm praying for a "Miracle"...Oh, wait...I don't believe in those. How 'bout an illegal shipment of Mexican Pharmaceuticals? More realistic at this juncture.
I'm afraid that wont work either, I can't see Mer visiting me in the joint.
Not so I can take him on a "Church Advance".
We couldn't go last year because I was afraid to drive on the medication I'd just been so rudely switched to overnight. Hallucinations don't make good bed fellows with long road trips.
Year before last I was working, and before that, and before that.
So before Mer is in COLLEGE, I'd like him to experience our fellowships retreat.
Maybe I'll tie a bow on him with a note that reads: "Lost little U.U. - if found, please return to Robbers Cave asap" and kick him out at on the steps of the Sanctuary Friday afternoon...
Now, THAT just might work.
Have I mentioned I hate Doctors?
Especially ones I was engaged too...No, that ones a resentment, not hatred...the rest I just hate.
I'm out of patients, get it, patients.
Oh Christ, I've lost my sense of humor along with my bladder control.







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