The Tears of Heaven

The tears of Heaven instigated by a sinful, fallen creation.
They were manifested in
- an illegal trial in the dead of night
- pure hatred flashing in the eyes of the shouting accusers
- the crack of a whip repeatedly biting into tender flesh
- spittle running down a bruised and battered cheek
- a crown of thorns sunk deep into the sensitive skin of the scalp
- the sarcasm of a purple robe
- angry taunts from a mob that did not understand

- a mocking sign declaring King of the Jews

- nails driven through and crushing the fragile bones in the hands and feet

- destruction ushered in by sin

The tears of heaven were evidenced by 
- blood stained garments
- a blood soaked cross 
- the blood spattered ground at its base.
The atoning sacrifice of blood wipes out all sin and death and ushers in mercy, love and forgiveness. 

Tears of blood shed for you and me to bring forgiveness for all time.

Isaiah 53:5  But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. 
6  All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all. 

Mat 26:67  Then did they spit in his face, and buffeted him; and others smote him with the palms of their hands, 

Mat 27:26  Then released he Barabbas unto them: and when he had scourged Jesus, he delivered him to be crucified. 
27  Then the soldiers of the governor took Jesus into the common hall, and gathered unto him the whole band of soldiers.
28  And they stripped him, and put on him a scarlet robe.
29  And when they had platted a crown of thorns, they put it upon his head, and a reed in his right hand: and they bowed the knee before him, and mocked him, saying, Hail, King of the Jews!
30  And they spit upon him, and took the reed, and smote him on the head.
31  And after that they had mocked him, they took the robe off from him, and put his own raiment on him, and led him away to crucify him. 

Mat 27:37  And set up over his head his accusation written, THIS IS JESUS THE KING OF THE JEWS. 

Mat 27:50  Jesus, when he had cried again with a loud voice, yielded up the ghost.

Mat 28:5  And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified.
6  He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay.

Mat 28:18  And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.
19  Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost:
20  Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen.


Rev 21:4  And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

 

Fun on Facebook

This is what my nephew, Eric, posted on my timeline on Facebook yesterday.  The ensuing conversation is indicative of the silliness that pervades our family.  I intended to write something for my blog today since it has been a long time since I have posted anything.  Then, my niece said I should just post our conversation.  So, here it is.

First, the cast of players:
Val: She's my sister and Deanna's, Jeannette's, Eric's, Melody's, Amy's and Timothy's Mother. She domicileschooled these young people so ultimately it is her fault that they didn't study for school tomorrow and/or go to bed at a decent hour tonight.  Most of the people who appear in this conversation are her kids so in the end, this entire post is her fault.

Mel:  She's my sister.  I don't think she actually commented on this fb post, but we attempted to drag her into it.  She was probably already in bed at a decent hour as opposed to the rest of us staying up late because Eric had to go and start this little word war.  She lives in Florida so we have to tag her in a lot of our fb posts to try and drag her into our conversations.  Sometimes she takes the bait and sometimes she chooses to remain free to go to bed at a decent hour instead of getting sucked into the black hole of our "700 comments or more" conversations.  For the record, this particular conversation was short at just under 200 comments.

Deanna:  She is my niece and Eric's older sister.  She likes to be the voice of reason in our conversations, usually pointing out grammatical/spelling errors and that certain things we might say are "interesting".  I do not think she means interesting in a good way when she says that.  I think she means that she is happy none of her friends can see what her family is writing about in broad daylight for anyone to look at if they so desire.  She only appears a few times because she was busy watching Les Miz the Musical Movie (I'm not exactly sure what the latest release is called, but I hope to see it someday) while the rest of us were having this conversation.  She is a Les Mis scholar.  I believe she arrived home at a decent hour and also went to bed at decent hour after watching the musical movie.  I think she probably had to shut her phone off during the movie though, because we were blowing it up with all of the notifications she would  have gotten due to our verbose exchange.

Jeannette: She is my niece and Eric's older sister. She is an English major which will become apparent as you read this. She is also a Les Miserables scholar so she is able to lapse into 1700s speech at will. You will notice this theme throughout our conversation. If she gets a bad grade in English tomorrow, it's Eric's fault because he posted this on my timeline which caused us to have this conversation instead of studying and/or writing blog posts.  Jeannette has two or three blogs that she posts on regularly so they are much more exciting than this.  Also, people read her blogs and by people I mean people who are not just her family. She has followers!  They like to look at her pictures and read her blogs.  I do too.  You should follow her blog and not mine, though mine takes much less effort to follow since I only post something once or twice a year.

Eric: He is my nephew and it's all his fault that at least five members of our family fooled around on Facebook having this conversation.  He's also responsible for his sister, Jeannette, not getting her schoolwork done or going to bed at a decent hour, not to mention the reason why this is my first blog post in two months, instead of what I was going to write about which was no doubt scholarly and worthy of your time to read it and also riddled with run-on sentences such as this one.  Alas, we will never know now what knowledge I may have imparted to the general public since I was ensnared in this conversation instead.

Melody:  Melody is my niece.  She write a lot.  That means she is verbose (that's also the second time I used that word so far in this post). She writes more than me and she likes to write new lyrics to old songs.  She won the NaNoWriMo contest last November by writing 90,000 words or something like that.  Now, she is working to research and revise her book so she can get some free copies of it soon.  She keeps harassing...um, encouraging me to work on mine, but alas, my book is languishing unfinished in the archive files on my computer.  It is unclear to me if Melody actually wrote something under the pseudonym Jeannette or Eric in this conversation.  Either way, it seems to me that if she didn't comment, then we at least attempted to drag her into this conversation though she did not give into the temptation.  She was probably the only one of Val's kids who was doing what they were supposed to be doing: i.e. studying and going to bed at a decent hour.

Amy:  Amy is also my niece.  She appears at the end of the conversation as the inventor of Glitter Eradicator.  You should look for this at WalMart in the "As Seen On TV" aisle.  If you don't find it there, watch QVC or late night TV.  You can double your order "justpayshippingandhandling" for the extra order.  Glitter Eradicator either burns your house down, thus getting rid of your glitter problem or possibly sucks it up into some black hole that Chuck Norris may or may not be responsible for.  I am a little unclear exactly how this works, but Val said it works great, especially if you light a bunch of candles.

Timothy:  He is my nephew, Val's son.  He was mentioned in this because he wanted to stay up late and not study today OR tomorrow so he flattered his mother in order to get a later bedtime. I don't know if it worked or not.

Rich/Richard:  Is my son.  He's domicileschooled also and is hung up on Chuck Norris jokes at the moment.  There's one in the following conversation, but it's gross.  Tomorrow we are going to be starting typing skills and also reading the dictionary (paper, not Wikipedia even though Eric said paper dictionaries are sooooooooo yesterday) because we need to increase our vocabulary so we can out speak Val's kids during our next word war.  I mean conversation.

Me:  Self explanatory.  If I didn't have a Facebook account or this blog, then you wouldn't have to read this.  Technically, it's Jeannette's fault that this is on here though since you will see that she was the one who told me it was possible to paste this onto my blog.  And ultimately, it's Val's fault since Eric started it. 

So there.

Here's the fb post.  I put the writer's name in bold print to make it easier to see who is talking.  Also, if anyone wants to adopt this for the theater, the hard work of having to put the speaker's name in bold print is already done for them.  All you need now is some lights and costumes and it should be ready to go.  I edited out our last names and deleted all of our pictures and the "likes" on the comments to protect our guiltiness.  If you want to see all of that stuff, then you will have to look me up on fb.  Unless you aren't my friend because then you can't see it.  Neener, neener, neener.  Yes, I just said neener three times just as if I am ten years old but so what?  You are going to read this anyway, even if I just acted immature.  And admit it, when this comes to Broadway, you are going to gladly fork over your $75/ticket and go see it.


Eric:  How dare you incinerate that I don't know big words
 
Me:  I didn't incarnate you.
 
Me: ...or incarcerate you.
 
Me: Did someone conflagrate yoour dictionary?
 
Eric: I could tell you were in your mind, your condensing manner gave it away.
 
Eric: no I looked it up on Wikipedia, dictionarys are soooooooooooo yesterday.
 
Me: Good thing this is a conversation just between us and not your sisters too, since I typoed "your" and we don't care about grammatical/spelling errors in quite the same way as they do. Ah Wikipedia, the internet bastion of knowledge. Also, it's true I was in my mind. No one else is brave enough to enter.
 
Me: It isn't nice to be condensationing to other people you know. Hurry up and look on Wikipedia to see if that's a word. I already added it to throw you off the trail. ;)
 
Deanna: Interesting conversation. Aunt T, why was your manner 'condensing'? I am wondering if it was really suppose to be condescending...
 
Me: Nah, it a manner that was very concerted or compact, therefore condense, but not concise.
 
Val: Whom cares? And the sisters will be here soon to tell you both of your atrocious spelling airs.
 
Me: Whomever cares about spelling airs, certainly needs a degree in grammar repair.
 
Me: I wonder what "it a manner that was..." meant? Whom cares? Jeannette and Deanna can figure it out after they get home from the 29th showing of Les Miz.

Val: Whom cares about 2999 showings of Les Mixermarbles. Should be really sick unto death by now. No doubt T let the Inglish majors figure it all out.

 

Me: Hey! Have you seen that new movie "Lost Mr. Les Marbles"? It's about a sick guy who gets lost in a hospital after Obamacare goes into affect/effect/infect. The dinner scene is really funny. They serve toast on smiley plates, ginger ale in smiley cups and all saline bags are imprinted with smiley faces. The beds look like they might be Lazy Boy recliners. There's also barf containers that oddly enough, resemble mixing bowls. You should not miss it, although you might want to wait for the Broadway production that comes out next year.

 

Jeannette: Favored auntly mademoiselle, I constrained myself from surveying the fourth exhibition of the illustrious musical, much to mine own crestfallen reaction; thus I remain at my domicile, enduring such disquieting exchanges.

 

Me: Ut oh. I better go brush up on my Les Miserablese. The only eloquent language I can speak is pig latin. Usthay I itsay etay eymay omcayuterpay adsay ebaycauseay I annotcay eakspay renchfay or ethay ingskay engalyishay.

 

Me: For all and whomever cares, that took a LLLLLLLLLLLLooooonnnoonnnnnngggggggggggggg time to write. Back to Inglish now.

 

Me: Val, obviously I meant emisis receptacles in the comment above in which I describe the new movie that is coming out soon.

 

Val: I do hope that all the Lazy Boys were golden with smiley faces! (Why didn't we do that to dad's chair?) I do hope the new hospital gowns are yellow with smiley faces on the front and closed in the back so we don't see any smiling there. The toast should also be imprinted with a smile in the bread. I'm sure the Broadway production of this show will rival Urine Town.

 

Jeannette: I like that only for the final sentence.

 

Val: Does 4 years of Pig Latin count for taking a foreign language?

 

Me: I do NOT want to see any "Southern Smiles"!

 

Me: In Homeschool, you can count Pig Latin for foreign language. The line on the transcript only says "foreign language". It doesn't say WHICH foreign language you learned.

 

Me: Jeannette, I feel that as a whole, our society does not deign to use the word "crestfallen" enough in our everyday speech. Thus, I will join with you in an effort to restore this regal term to everyday usage. Additionally, domicile is not used nearly enough either. When keyboarding, we use "home keys" but you have heard it here first: I will henceforth refer to my "home keys" as my "domicile keys". Mrs. Beaverson can thank me later.

 

Val: I can hear her now. Please keep your hands on your domicile keys or you will be extremely crestfallen.

 

Jeannette: I completely concur with you on those accounts. That is, except for domicile keys. I am dubious as to whether I will remember to ascribe such a name to them.

 

Me: I'm crestfallen.

 

Richard: This is to inteleigent of a conversation for me.

 

Jeannette: With spelling like that, it definitely is.

 

Richard: its the computers fault

 

Me: We can switch back to Pig Latin if you want us to Richard.

 

Jeannette: That you don't know how to spell intelligent or use apostrophes?

 

Me: Yes! When all else fails, blame predictive text... :)

 

Me: Richard just came into the office and referred to this conversation as "stupid". I'm crestfallen in my humble domicile.

 

Val: I am now thinking how it would be to hear our dear beloved Grandmother say, "Keep your hands to domicile or you will be crestfallen and I will convey this to your Mother, posthaste."

 

Me: I can't wait until Eric gets back on here and has to read 7,000 notifications just because he started this whole thing.

 

Jeannette: With my upper phalanges on my domicile keys, I am also relaying the crestfallen nature of my being that anyone would consider this unintelligent.

 

Rich: I dont even know what half those words mean

 

Jeannette: You need to do more dictionary reading, Richard.

 

Rich: yes mother

 

Jeannette: I am not your mother. I am your cousin. Your mother is the auntly mademoiselle with whom I speak.

 

Rich: what??? i was being sarcastic I JUST SAID I LARGE WORD!!

 

Me: Oh my. I am crestfallen that I have utterly failed as homeroom teacher. Tomorrow, in our domicile, we will begin reading Websters Dictionary starting with the letter "A" posthaste. Which is how this whole thing ties back to Eric's original post, even though he said dictionaries are soooooooo yesterday and that Wikipedia is the only way to learn spelling and definitions.

 

Jeannette: Can someone translate what Rich said?

 

Me: Are you yelling LARGE WORDS at us in this, our peaceful domicile? I'm crestfallen.

 

Jeannette: Aunt T, I think you meant to say as a domicile room teacher.

 

Rich: oh i need to do the opposite of dumb it down as in make it more smart and no you cant yell over a text

 

Me: Jeannette: No. It might be I just said one large word. Or else it might be I just said I large word.

 

Me: Would you please use proper sentence structure? Because I have a hard time reading textese when I'm not on a cellular device.

 

Jeannette: And posthaste has got to be one of the weirdest words.

 

Val: Jeannette, I think it would be vastly more interesting if you would incorporate using your lower phalanges on your domicile keys to relay your crestfallen nature to your auntly mademoiselle 'whom' will completely understand the unintelligence of your post and will posthaste be responding via Wikipedia or Dictionary.com knowing that real Dicitionaries as soooooooooo yesterday. Perhaps you may even be able to challenge your cousin Richard in a contest of typing on the domicile keys using your lower phalanges!

 

Jeannette: Richard is already impressed enough by my use of my upper phalanges without the direct use of my ocular organs.

 

Rich: yes yes i am

 

Jeannette: Richard, did you understand that?

 

Rich: no..............................

 

Jeannette: I am crestfallen. I was excited for a minute there.

 

Rich: my guess was that it ment i was i impressed by your way of talking

 

Jeannette: haha...

 

Jeannette:  No,  then I would have said, "Richard is already impressed by my oral dexterity."

 

Eric: Wow.

 

Me: Brother. I just snorted on my screen...had to wipe it off posthaste with my lower phalanges. I looked up on Wikipedia AND dictionary.com on the proper way to clean a screen and discovered that it is right and proper to use a paper dictionary for cleaning purposes because they are sooooooo yesterday for looking up definitions and spelling.

 

Rich: yea same thing i was thinking Eric

 

Jeannette: I see my auntly mademoiselle has failed in her domicile schooling by not having multiple children flashing their phalanges in her facial features.

 

Jeannette: It's a great teaching device.

 

Rich: Device?

 

Jeannette: If using a dictionary is too tedious, and finding dictionary.com is too tedious as well, here you go. http://www.thefreedictionary.com/device

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Val: Eric, Please consider scouring the Wikipedia or Dictionary.com Posthaste to provide a more scholarly word than Wow so your domicileschool teacher isn't crestfallen.

 

Eric: Aunt T here is something that might come in while you are teaching at you domicile school. Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.

 

Rich:  hey i was just thinking no one says mademoiselle , i had to look on jeanettes post to spell that.

 

Jeannette: It might come into your domicile?

 

Jeannette: Perhaps you should have it arrested posthaste.

 

Rich: my what?

 

Me: Also, being able to type with your lower phalanges is very helpful for when you are hungry and wish to masticate a piece of pizza. You can still carry on conversations posthaste without getting grease on your domicile keys. It keeps you from being crestfallen due to low sugar from not eating.

 

Jeannette: I am already crestfallen due to low sugar as in a deficit in the bottom of the triangle.

 

Me: If only Jeannette won't always be available for you to copy from Rich.

 

Jeannette: If only I were...

 

Me: Ummm I meant if only Jeannette were always available for you to copy from Richard.

 

Richard: 21st centrury please , im joking

 

Eric: odd how all the 'intelligent life finding instruments' are pointed away from earth...until you read this string of comments

 

Jeannette: Are you speaking some strange 21st century language? I don't understand what you mean.

 

Val: T, awesome use of your lower phalanges! Pondering our previous discussions on writing books I agree with your post on masticating pizza or in J's case then, scotcheroos. Can you picture her crestfallen face as the campus computer police removed her from the computer for using her lower phalanges to type on her domicile keys whilst spewing scotcheroos over her computer screen. Most definately she would be removed to her domicle posthaste!

 

Me: Master Richard, mademoiselle is most assuredly 21st century. I'm crestfallen that you don't know that. Then again, we haven't read Les Miz yet which is probably the only time we will use that word in our domicile. Unless I become crestfallen about that fact and make you refer to me as mademoiselle mother.

 

Richard: I'm sorry i am unable to comply

 

Me: Oh how I hope that scrolly thing isn't enabled if any of our friends are currently on fb! We will be crestfallen if they are reading these comments!

 

Jeannette: AMEN.

 

Val: No doubt T!

 

Me: Oh yes you will comply posthaste.

 

Jeannette: Please, I entreat you, forgive me. I did by no means mean to yell.

 

Rich: scrolly thing?? whats that?

 

Val: Timothy, just said to me, "O, my Mother and the delight of my eyes, may I stay up....." Richard, you too, should learn this line and use it on your Mother.

 

Eric: I've gotta stop saying "How stupid can you be?". Too many people are taking it as a challenge.

 

Jeannette: I was not the enscriber of the past two comments. Amy was.

 

Rich: And mom my names richard bent not posthaste or whatever

 

Me: I see this has turned into another one of those posts like the one about nanowrimo wherein we made over 600 hundred comments in one short afternoon, blew up the computer lab at UT, not to mention Deanna's phone and probably shortened the life expectancy of fb by five or six years due to hogging up do many kb with our comments. The rest of the world will be crestfallen when we finally destroy fb forever.

 

Jeannette: hahahaha

 

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Rich: hahaha then youll beat obama to distroing fb

 

Me: ...uh that was "so many kb" on that other comment. And yes, Richard, I am well aware that your name is not posthaste. That would be weird. Of course it should be Daposthaste.

 

Val: Yes, and let's tag, Melody so she will not be crestfallen about missing out and come to her domicile and beging reading this posthaste.

 

Jeannette: That is awesome...I want one.

 

Me: Was mademoiselle Melody watching the 3000 viewing of Les Miz?

 

Jeannette: Auntly mademoiselle, why didn't you name him Posthaste? Or perhaps Aposthaste?

 

Eric: O, my aunt T and the delight of my eyes if you buy me this pen you will be my favoritest Aunt.

 

Jeannette: Mine too! I entreat thee and will be crestfallen in my domicile without it, so do obtain it posthaste!

 

Eric: As I watched the dog chasing his tail, I thought "Dogs are easily amused." Then I realized I was watching the dog chase his tail.

 

Me: AND....as a dog returns to his vomit so a fool returns to his folly. Proverbs. Look it up.

 

Jeannette: Are you saying something about us having a facebook conversation again?

 

Me: There's only 17 of those pens left so we better hurry up and pool our pennies so we can purchase one.

 

Jeannette: But there are more on the way!!

 

Rich: mom you would be the one to find somehing like that in the bible

 

Eric: But I get the first one cause didst find it.

 

Jeanette: Richard, everyone knows that verse...

 

Me: Jeannette! That made me snort on my domicile keys! Now I have to rip more pages out of my soooo yesterday paper dictionary.

 

Eric: I canst wait to wrap my phalanges around it.

 

Rich: oh everyone does???

 

Rich: figures....

 

Jeannette: It often comes in handy for conversations such as this.

 

Eric: If you’re having second thoughts, you’re two ahead of most people.

 

Me: I like how other people probably use that private chat thing to have conversations on fb, while we just go ahead and have it right out in the open for anyone to peruse at their leisure.

 

Rich: Chuck Norris doesnt read he looks at the book until he gets the information he wants

 

Jeannette: But then we wouldn't have had everyone's wonderful additions to the conversation. Such as the above.

 

Rich: way to blow up my joke

 

Jeannette: Besides, they'd have to have a lot of leisure, like we apparently have.

 

Me: Yes, everyone. Including people at Disney. Aunt Mel and I were at the comedy club one night when they asked for a sentence from someone in the audience that the comedy team would have to act out for one of them to guess. Charades I guess. Some guy threw that Proverb out there and they almost died laughing when he said it was in the Bible. It was a funny charade. Especially the girl who had to act out the returning to the vomit part.

 

Val: They must have plentious amounts of leisure time in which to sit back and twiddle their phlanges while perusing said comments, posthaste so they are not crestfallen.

 

Rich: wow mom your gonna talk about vomit??

 

Me: No one could be crestfallen whilst reading these comments. Ocularly disabled perhaps, but never crestfallen.

 

Eric: Don’t tell me a tomato is "technically a fruit" unless you’re willing to drink it in a milkshake

 

Jeannette: I am willing to drink about any milkshake right now...

 

Me: No, we're done with that part. Unless Aunt Val wants to talk about the time when I puked while she was in the bathroom.

 

Jeannette: Aunt Keith-Valerie looks really funny.

 

Me: I agree. Bananas do not belong in ice cream and tomatoes do not belong in fruit salad.

 

Rich: No i think in good on that story

 

Jeannette: I concur with that, Aunt T.

 

Me: Or unless you want to know about when Grandpa puked purple stuff. That was impressive when I was about nine years old or so.

 

Val: Excuse me? What did I miss T? I was crestfallen having just vomited my Golden Grahmns in our domicile.

 

Jeannette: The only thing bananas belong in are muffins, bread, smoothies, and the garbage.

 

Me: tomatoes belong on the baconator at wendys

 

Me: I hope your mother is there to clean it up

 

Rich: mom thats gross

 

Val: So do I...just as she cleaned up dad's colorful purple.

 

Me: Jeannette that sounds like your Grandfather, only he would just say put them in the garbage and skip the other stuff too!

 

Eric: A day without sunshine is like, night.

 

Val: Like a night with bananas?

 

Me: A day without sunshine is a day you must not have seen me!

 

Jeannette: Great, my sixth email in a row will be coming soon.

 

Me: I have 13 notifications up there but I'm scared to click on them because who knows what I will miss if I do!?

 

Eric: Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?

 

Rich: Chuck Norris once ate an entire ream of rice paper and pooped out origami swans and Mr. myiagi from the karate kid (that joke is for mom)

 

Jeannette: And here it is...

 

Jeannette: Ew!! I think I'm going to hide that as spam!

 

Me: How come you can spell origami but not intelligent?

 

Jeannette: He copied that.

 

Rich: It was a typo .....stupid google chrome

 

Val: Richard, your domicileschool teacher is now crestfallen. You best make it up to her somehow posthaste!

 

Me: Google Chrome. Wikiipedia. Interpretive text. No wonder no one learns anything in domicileschool anymore. I'm crestfallen.

 

Eric: You can do more with a kind word and a gun than with just a kind word.

 

Eric: night ya'll

 

Me: Read books! Books are our friends! "Wash your hands before you read me and keep me clean."

 

Me: Good nigh Eric. I'm crestfallen you are going to sleep in your domicile.

 

Rich: I'll just say something intelligent and impress people and become a billionair because of it

 

Jeannette: So much for going to bed early tonight...but I am going now.

 

Jeannette: What's a billionair?

 

Val: T you forgot Please!

 

Eric: But remember Be nice to your kids. They'll choose your nursing home.

 

Rich: i hope your being sarcastic jeanette

 

Val: OH my Wonderful Son, Eric and the delight of my eyes, with what will you need assistance with this day?

 

Me:  Good night Jeannette. It was fun to bring crestfallen and domicile back into everyday language.

 

Rich: whats a domicile?

 

Jeannette: I am inventing a glitter eradicator. -Amy

 

Me: Eric "Handsome Boy" (last name that you strangers reading my blog don't need to know) has gone to bed posthaste. He won't need anything else for the one hour and one minute that is left in this day.

 

Me: it's your home.

 

Rich: oh ok, remember what eric said

 

Val:  Amy , I will look forward to using your invention posthaste!

 

Rich: Jeannette I wasn't. Look up billionair. It's nothing.

 

Rich: ..........

 

Jeannette: Sadly, I will not be the one to make it. I don't know how. -Amy

 

Rich: are these all quotes from amy??

 

Jeannette: What quotes?

 

Rich: are you quoting amy

 

Jeannette: Only the ones designated as Amy's are Amy's, besides the two first ones.

 

Jeannette: I am not quoting her, she used her phalanges to painstakingly, painfully type them out.

 

Me: It's a bummer Amy won't be inventing the Glitter Eradicator. I know Grandma would buy some posthaste as well!

 

Jeannette: That word always disturbs me. Especially in that sentence. It sounds like she's going to buy it after she's permanently left her domicile.

Me: Even though Eric isn't up anymore, I feel that it is ok to blame him for the fact that I did not blow the dust off my blog and write tonight like I had planned on doing. Well, I guess I wrote, but not a blog post! :)

 

Jeannette: Haha...why don't you just post this?

 

Jeannette: It would be your most illustrious post yet.

 

Richard: Your freezing my computer

 

Me: If Amy made the GE, she could sell it on late night TV and could say, "But WAIT! If you act now, we will DOUBLE your order and send you TWO 14 oz bottles of Glitter Eradicator! Justpayseparateshippingandhandling."

 

Jeannette: Do you think I can I blame him for not getting all the school and sleep I intended on getting done today?

 

Me: I wonder if you can paste these into word documents? That would be hilarious...well at least it would be to us and we are the only ones who read my blog anyway. Maybe if I posted something there more than once per year others would read it too.

 

Jeannette: You can-I have before.

 

Me: Yes, just go ahead and blame him whether it's his fault or not.

 

Me: OOOOO! I should try it!

 

Jeannette: Okay, I will. I am crestfallen now, auntly Mademoiselle. I want to read what you would have written. Your poor blog is sadly overdue.

 

Me: It is sadly overdue and I wonder what I would have written? I can't remember what it was going to be about!

 

Jeannette: If I really did well, I probably could get them to buy six jars of glitter too! - Amy

 

Val: I cannot believe that this would have disuaded you T, from using your phlanges to post something on your blog that would have lifted our crestfallen spirits from not posting in such a long time. Now we will continue to be stuck in our domiciles, crestfallen.

 

Me: Probably so. Just remember "justpayseparateshippingandhandling".

 

Jeannette: Isn't that interesting to think of what would have been written? Everything you write wolud have been different if you had written it at a different time.

 

Jeannette: That would be would.

 

Me: I don't see why I didn't think to use my upper phalanges to type on fb and my lower phalanges to type on my blog. I could have used Kate's laptop for the lower phalange typing. Because I don't really want my toes on my own keyboard...

 

Jeannette: Well, that verse that Richard likes so much certainly has application for me...I am going to bed now.

 

Jeannette: Yes, that's a good idea.

 

Me: Good night!

 

Val: By the way, if the glitter eradicator was advertised on Qvc Mom would get it and not be crestfallen over the glittery spill in her domicile. However, considering most Qvc purchases, it would have to be returned if able due to catching on fire which might potentially catch her domicle on fire and she would again be crestfallen, however, her glitter would be eraticated. So either way the glitter will be removed.

 

Me: And she probably would have given all of us a bottle or two for Christmas Intermediate.

 

Deanna: Just gotta say, I am so glad after like 5 or so comments, these stopped coming to my phone.  That would have been annoying....

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