“I’m out of wheat thins…my life is officially over,” cries the TV commercial gal.Two brawny lads rush in with a truck full of Wheat Thins to save the family from certain extinction. “Who will be next,” they cry!
I want it to be me so I tweeted, faced and now am blogging about the whole thing. Crazy, aye? Some would say so but I am old enough now not to care.
I’ve spent most of my life playing it safe. I didn’t swing high because my brother fell off a swing and broke his arm. I didn’t tackle anything I might fail. Do you sense a theme here?
That’s why the neighbourhood jaws dropped a foot when I married my Ron. Back then he was the town ‘bad boy.’ In our little town that meant he stayed out past eleven and didn’t care what you thought about it.
I was Miss Goody-Two-Shoes. I never broke rules and in fact, made up lots more of my own.
When we married, I stepped way out of my comfort zone into a relationship of safety and love. I wish the same for you. True love involves a little risk.
And why not tweet about those crackers? Who knows maybe they do come to your door. and give you a million of them. You could even have a wheat thin party. (But I tweeted first!)
Brenda J. Wood www.heartfeltdevotionals.wordpress.com