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Hold My Calls

Can't blog. Have discovered Online Sudoku. This may prove worse than the Alchemy Obsession of 2003.

Okay here's this one story. Last night Mallory asked me, completely out of the blue and with great earnestness, "Mommy, how can God be in your heart and in my heart at the same time, HOW?" It was the second and very emphatic "HOW" that got to me. But I had to reply that, since she had just dumped a bucket of water onto the bathroom floor seconds after I told her not to even imagine doing such a thing, I wasn't so sure that God WAS in her heart at that particular moment. Or at any rate, that perhaps He was taking a rest.

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aimee said…
Ha!

I remember Alchemy. I would go to asleep with those little gems running through my mind. Scary.
2:56 PM
Anonymous said…
I love online sudoku, too. I limit myself to one game a day or I would play it all day, really!

Mom
9:11 PM
H Noble said…
We are hooked on Sudoku too, but not the online version. I think Justin might, but we have several books. We keep one handy at all times so that our carry-on always has at least one on our trips!
Holly
10:01 PM
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