LipsofanAngel
03-09-2007, 09:48 AM
As many of you know- this morning I am in Chicago with Liz (my roomate). She has an interview this afternoon, but we'll be going around the city this morning. I planned to get up a little bit earlier than her to work out... the come back and shower and stuff.
Our hotel room is a HUGE corner room with a large bedroom, a closed off dressing area, and then bathroom. I decided to bring the computer in to the dressing area, close the door, and make my coffee. The coffee making did not go well- really not sure what happened, but whatever deided to start pouring out of the bottom of the pot for not reason? ok, so I handled that, cleaned the mess, and got coffee going. I decided to walk back in the bedroom (don't even know what for now), so I open the door- or i TRY to open it. I call tell it's kinda stuck (probably doesn't get closed all that often) so I give it a real good pull... and off comes the door knob and I wind up on the floor. And for the record- I'm still in the dressing area waiting until I think Liz has had enough sleep for me to start yelling and banging on te door for her to help get me out. At least I have my coffee and I'm sitting on the luggage wrack.
It's times life this that I just can't help but think that God is just crackin up laughing. I'm in no danger or in an harm... so it really just feels like one big comedy sketch that I can't control, but I'm the lead role.
Anyone else ever feel this way?
Our hotel room is a HUGE corner room with a large bedroom, a closed off dressing area, and then bathroom. I decided to bring the computer in to the dressing area, close the door, and make my coffee. The coffee making did not go well- really not sure what happened, but whatever deided to start pouring out of the bottom of the pot for not reason? ok, so I handled that, cleaned the mess, and got coffee going. I decided to walk back in the bedroom (don't even know what for now), so I open the door- or i TRY to open it. I call tell it's kinda stuck (probably doesn't get closed all that often) so I give it a real good pull... and off comes the door knob and I wind up on the floor. And for the record- I'm still in the dressing area waiting until I think Liz has had enough sleep for me to start yelling and banging on te door for her to help get me out. At least I have my coffee and I'm sitting on the luggage wrack.
It's times life this that I just can't help but think that God is just crackin up laughing. I'm in no danger or in an harm... so it really just feels like one big comedy sketch that I can't control, but I'm the lead role.
Anyone else ever feel this way?