Are You There God? It’s Me, Mandi

A while back, I got a private message on Facebook from another blogger who I admire and not just because she writes everywhere: Huffington Post, In the Powder Room, and Humor Outcasts, to name a few. No big deal, right? Cue heart palpitations. In the message, she said that she wanted to feature me on her weekly post known as Wacky Wednesday Writer.

Wacky Wednesday

I said, “yes,” of course, so today, I’m over there with the one and only Marcia of Menopausal Mother talking about an incident where, well, the good Lord Himself played a not so very funny joke on me.

So what are you waiting for? Click here, and show me some love.

15 thoughts on “Are You There God? It’s Me, Mandi

  1. Tried to comment over there, but it did not like me ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

    I occasionally (OK โ€“ perhaps a little more often than occasionally) get frustrated with my fellow drivers. I have been known to make some interesting gestures and talk a bit louder than normal as I express my displeasure with their dubious driving skills. More often than I care to admit, I find out after the fact that I know the person โ€“ the worst is when they are a patient in my clinic โ€“ no, the worst is when I discover that fact when we both pull into the clinicโ€™s parking lot. So, I can totally relate to your feeling of dread and panic. Iโ€™m trying to become more zen in my driving โ€“ deep breathing helps (although sometimes I do so much of it, I get a little light-headed).


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