I think I have a label on my forehead that only certain people can read.
This label reads "Please tell me about your single son/grandson." After reading this mysterious label on my forehead, these people usually tell me about their "special boy" that they would love for me to meet, as well as what he's like, what he likes to do and most importantly... why he's single. In this unfair game, I have been told about everyone from a chemist to an actor.
I usually sit their awkwardly trying to think of an excuse not to meet "Mr. Right(now)".
2 comments:
try being a former homeschooler, that's scary. Last week a lady was trying to get me hooked up with her neice who just graduated. . . High school, I mean homeschool.
You're young, talented, Godly, and beautiful. OF COURSE people want you as a daughter in law!
Just found your blog. Enjoying it!
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