Sept 3, 2014
When we first moved to Storm Lake all four of the heir
apparents were adults and out of the house.
That Easter I got four shoeboxes and filled them with Easter Basket
goodies – including toothbrushes and socks.
I mailed them off. Several weeks
went by and I heard nothing.
Consequently I sent an email that went something like this:
I mailed you each an Easter Basket. In Jesus' parable of the 10 lepers at least
one returned to say thanks.
I had replies of thanks and one named my email the Mommy
Zinger. Now if one of my emails is edgy
I’m asked if that is a Mommy Zinger!
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