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Running Away with Jesus

Dear Reader,

A friend stopped laughing long enough to suggest I should blog more about my adventures in online dating.  

"But they're not funny!" I protested.
"Oh, they are!" She insisted.

Upon consideration, I realized that most of my readership probably has no firsthand experience with online dating and so may in fact find some of my anecdotes to be novel and amusing though they no longer seem so to me.

Hence, I have selected the following opening line from my archive of "strange things to say to strangers."



This is also a good opener for sharing the news that Jesus and I left Tulsa on Saturday and arrived in Maine last night.  We are currently debating my options for the future and as yet have made no long term plans (other than, "Let's stick together!").  We are currently still working through the implications of showering after breakfast instead of before.  Once that question has been answered and we have unpacked the car, there will, I hope, be more time for letters and stories.

Until then,
~~ LeAn

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  1. AntechurchTuesday, March 29, 2016

    There's more depth in the "funny" than a gaggle of scholars could survey in a lifetime.

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