My mom was bringing Gracie home from ballet and called to see if she could get her a Frosty. This time of year, my mind first went to a large animate snow monster, walking and talking and melting on the carpet. It actually took her clarifying she meant a treat from Wendy's for me to agree.
Posted by Amanda at 8:21 PM
I talk about my life anyway because if, on the one hand,
hardly anything could be less important, on the other hand,
hardly anything could be more important.
My story is important not because it is mine, God knows,
but because if I tell it anything like right, the chances are
you will recognize that in many ways it is also yours.
Maybe nothing is more important than that we keep track, you and I,
of these stories of who we are and where we have come from
and the people we have met along the way
because it is precisely through these stories in all their particularity,
as I have long believed and often said, that God makes himself known
to each of us most powerfully and personally.
-- Frederick Buechner
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But wouldn't it have been fun if she really meant Frosty, the big white guy?
Uh no. Scary.
Oh that's funny. We are in land of the Frosty (Wendy's started here) but I would have guessed at this time of year, a little stuffed Frosty from Hallmark. Glad you got off w/ the ice cream!
LOL!
Too funny! How our thought processes change during the holidays! Of course, I think of things melting on the carpet when I think of Wendy's Frostys too. ;o)
Fun hanging out with you yesterday!
Merry Christmas!