I found three tadpoles swimming in the dish water. They had fallen out of a container when W, 8 years old, was portioning out individual pollywogs over the sink. He was going to give them away as gifts.
I recently made the mistake of pulling a few weeds without gloves on. Now my arm is covered with an itcy, oozy rash. A close encounter with something poisonous.
In my ticket office we've spelled Allegany as Allegheny. Typed 2011 instead of 2013. Included ticket office copies instead of customer copies.
It happens because we are human. Perfect messes every last one of us.
I'm worried that I've left a stem of milkweed in our large, new pasture area. One bite of milkweed and a sheep will blow up and die. It ain't pretty. It has happened before.
Mistakes seem more common when we are put of our routine. Yesterday I lost a pizza, the best supper I could manage, to the floor and the dog.
It's a very, very good thing that God is in control and not any man or machine. He's the only one with the perfect plan.
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