Here in our little town of 15,000 or so people my hubby went to vote at 7. There was a line way out the door and no place to park. It's exciting to be in a country that we have this privilege. I am wondering now when I am going to go cast my vote, as I am working and will have to sneak out to do it.
My hubby's note this morning:
Why do we call it a pair of pants when there is only one.
Why do we say a pair of sissors when there is only one.
Why do some people have a pair of Gods?
When there is only one God!
You can't worship two masters!
Who is mastering your life? (Or should I say what is mastering your life?)
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