Purge after purge after purge and they just keep coming. Most of the time, The P Lutheran can remember where most of these items come from. But not this purgeable. What causes my memory loss? Was it all the cough syrup I used (as the secret ingredient) in my Flaming Moes? Did I concuss myself from using headache reliever, HeadOn, too often? (Apply directly to forehead!) Is it because I don’t have a puppy? These are all distinct possibilities.
So where does one find a Rubik’s cross? Does it even Rubik? Erno Rubik, inventor of his cube, wasn’t bright enough to solve his own puzzle. If he can’t do it, what chance does this poor, old lonesome boy have? None. It’s sometimes better to admit failure and get on with one’s life rather than being a dern fool about it.
Proverbs 14:32 The evil of bad people leaves them out in the cold; the integrity of good people creates a safe place for living.