Can we have some cheese with that?

Whng Don't you hate it when the talk on Sunday was written especially for you and then sticks in your head the rest of the week?  Ok, maybe I don't hate it, but this sermon was pretty uncomfortable for me to listen to, and keeps coming to mind.

Like yesterday.  Facebook chatting with a friend of mine who lives in Bamako, which is the hottest place I've ever been, I caught myself about to complain to her about the wet and cold day.  Duh. 

A few hours later I was whining in my head about how early it gets dark here these days.  Like it does all year round in mmmBELLYmay land, except there they only have electricity for a few hours a night.  And we're grateful for that, since a few years ago there was no electricity at all.

I should stick to speaking only mmmBELLYmay, since I complain a lot less when I'm not speaking my mother tongue.  Hmmmm. 

Published by Nora McNamara

Lover of languages and linguistics. Besotted Auntie. Jesus follower. Sacred Harp singer.

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