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.

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

  1. Tried to comment over there, but it did not like me 😦

    I occasionally (OK – 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 – the worst is when they are a patient in my clinic – no, the worst is when I discover that fact when we both pull into the clinic’s parking lot. So, I can totally relate to your feeling of dread and panic. I’m trying to become more zen in my driving – deep breathing helps (although sometimes I do so much of it, I get a little light-headed).

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