When the shepherd was asked how many
sheep he had, he replied, “I don’t know,
every time I try to count them, I fall asleep”
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ah….reminds me of when I was a kid sitting in the pew at church.
here comes homily time and i would try to count all the ceramic roses that were around the altar…i guess to on lookers it would appear that i were seeing angels and looking in wonder at the altar. if they only knew what i was doing….i think i remember getting to about 300 roses or something close to that before i too, like the shepard, fell asleep.
We didn’t have ceramic roses in church, or I may have had the same fate as you.
Falling asleep in church was my father’s job.
I tend to fall asleep in a boring class, jury duty, 11pm news, or reading a good book on a rainy day, on a comfy sofa. Ahhhhhhhh.
BTW, Jamie told me that joke this morning, and it was so simple and sweet, I had to post it.