This is why The Purging Lutheran doesn’t deserve good things. I get them, yes, but I do not deserve them. While I am rehabbing from my 20s and 30s, I usually sit out on the porch and write a purge. Yesterday, My Sweet Rib asked if next time at the store I would buy dish washing liquid NOT the type pictured here. Oh, the foamy part is fine but the pump never works properly after having refilled the bottle with foam extract. Sure, it sounds like a first world problem but I assure you it’s not. Rather than explaining why this is so, I recommend you, Persistent Reader, buy the same and see what happens. You’ll be thwarted the same as I.
So, why don’t I deserve good things? Because I’m too lazy to walk 30′ to take a picture of the bottle in question rather I searched for one on gloogle and used it. If you have lived or will live a parallel lifestyle to mine, particularly during your lively decades, you’ll think back on this purge, dated 4-28-17, and come to the conclusion, “Yes, TPL knew what he was going on about. I’ll buy his widow, My Sweet Rib, a bouquet of flowers in honor of his wisdom … though it came too late for him”.
Leave the presence of a fool, for there you do not meet words of knowledge. The wisdom of the prudent is to discern his way, but the folly of fools is deceiving. Fools mock at the guilt offering, but the upright enjoy acceptance.