Heavens, I looked at the date on my last post, and it's been since like -- ever -- that I've been on here! =) I know I've posted this on FB, but for the benefit (?) of those who don't visit it, here's a short story I wrote not too long ago. If there be any glory, praise, honour, may it be His.
The cold wind nipped at my shoulders as I hurried down the steps toward my car. Pausing, I looked back to see my mother and father, brothers and sister, still standing on the porch, still waiting. Smiling, I waved, "Goodnight! Love you all - see you on Sunday!" I punched the unlock button on my key ring, and slipped into the cold interior. I turned the key and pushed down the gas pedal, honking the horn as a final farewell. What a glorious evening it had been! I couldn't believe Christmas had already come and gone. The years sped by so quickly. As I drove past the hills and valleys I knew so well, I glanced upwards, noting the unique beauty and sparkle of the stars that night - perfect crystals on a velvety background.
If I had known what I was about to encounter, would I have been so nonchalant in my goodbyes to my family? If I had known, would I have gazed so fleetingly at the great God-given beauty surrounding me?
But I didn't know. How could I?
Pushing the dials upwards, I shivered in spite of myself, grateful for a car that heated quickly. A long drive awaited me. Bored already, I flipped on the radio, scanning the channels for some last strains of holiday music. These country roads were lonely and dark; music was an excellent alternative. But I was too engrossed in my selection. I wasn't paying attention. Suddenly, without warning, my car started to spin out of control, and too late I realized that I had hit an ice patch. I was frantic. All reason flew my mind, and I grabbed wildly at the steering wheel. It was no use. As I careened toward the edge, I could only whisper a panicked prayer. Then all was darkness.
A burst of light. Strange sensations of being lost, yet still familiar with my surroundings melded together to create one big question. Where was I? The last I remembered, my car was spinning out of control on a dark, icy country road. But now? I studied my surroundings. It was like nothing I'd ever seen before. A beauty indescribable filled the room - or whatever I was within - reflected by the intricately woven and graven designs, the mere pristine sparkle of the place. Then I turned around. Immediately, I fell to my knees, trembling. The Person I saw did not need to say His name. I knew. I was in the presence of - Him! Amazed, humbled, even frightened, I dared not lift my head nor scarcely breathe. Him. Not a word passed between us. Then, suddenly, I felt a sickening sensation come over me. Dread, guilt, humiliation, fear - something I'd never experienced before. Still not daring to stand in His presence, I stole a glance to the side, immediately ashamed and revolted by what I saw. How did he dare to stand in His presence? Again, no name was needed. I knew instinctively. He appeared clean and holy, but such a repulsive odor escaped his garments, such a deceitful, evil countenance showed through the mask, that there was no doubts that this was - Satan himself.
A Voice said my name. "Stand up, child."
I stood, my head still bowed.
"Satan, you who were once called Lucifer, what have you come here for?"
"My Lord, You know, of course."
"Answer Me!"
"You have received a new one into this judgment room of Yours. It is my given duty and privilege to stand here and condemn her. You, of all, know how vile and ugly and horrid she..."
"Silence! I will make the judgment. Show Me your accusations."
With that, I glanced to the side, and shrunk in horror as Satan hefted a huge scroll into his arms and slowly unrolled it. Tiny print, going on for seeming ever. As he began reciting, I realized that this - this was my life. Every single sin I had ever committed, from the day I was born to the day that I - died - must have been written down! Tears readily coursed down my cheeks. I, who called myself a believer, was guilty of all this? This is what I had done? I was guilty and deserved to go to Hell. The very admittance of that made me tremble and shake with such trepidation, such as I had never before known. I sank to my knees, too ashamed and humiliated to stand before Him. I wept at His feet. Expecting any moment to hear His voice say, "Take her," and to feel those grimy hands dragging me away, I gave up all hope and let my tears flow freely.
What happened next cannot be explained.
After ages, Satan finished reciting my life's sinful deeds, and looked smugly up at Him. "She is guilty; You cannot deny it. Sin has no place in Your holy house, remember? She cannot pay the price now. She is mine!"
But then His voice, powerful and mighty, "Away with you, Satan! I have already paid the price for her. Her sins are completely absolved. She is Mine, not yours. Away with you!"
Suddenly, the evil presence was gone. I looked up in wonder - not at His face, no, but at His feet. And for the first time, I saw the scars.
Then, in a Voice gentle and sweet, "Child, why didn't you remember and believe? I paid your price. I gave My life for you - freely. You are Mine. Yes, you sinned - but that is all forgiven and forgotten. You are My child. You have done well. Well-done, good and and faithful servant. Now, trust Me. Enter into the joy of your Master."
My tears started afresh. but this time from the purest joy. I looked up. Finally, I saw His face. Such wonder and awe and glory were written there! And I could see it; I was allowed to see His very face without fear of punishment. I was absolved; I was purified. I was His.
"Jesus!" I cried.
He leaned forward, sweeping me up into His arms.
My Father.
My Saviour.
My God.
Soli Deo Gloria
By: Corrie Morgan
November, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
"[Did] the Puyallup" [Again]
Saturday was supposed to be cloudy and rainy and cold all day......Much to CH's and my surprise (though a definite "good" surprise), it transformed into a beautifully warm and sunny morning and afternoon. Once again, we "did the Puyallup". We didn't actually go on any of the rides; instead we walked around and shopped practically all of the booths. lol We were there from the time the fair opened until approximately 5:30. We both agreed we could have left at about one or two o'clock and been perfectly satisfied. :) Ah well.....we walked around the whole fair about 5-10 times, and got very, very sore legs and feet. I was so stiff after we got home......sad, I know. And then we couldn't find the place where we were supposed to meet our ride. So we walked literally around the whole outside of the fair + , and ended up being half an hour late to our ride. Yah. Fun. :) And of course CH likes to tell it like I am the one solely responsible. Ha! She was the one holding the stupid map for 75% of the time we were wandering around.
Anyways (:P), here are the very few pix we took......
The Extreme Scream (which actually doesn't look that frightening. :) )
NP and RM were invited to come along with us girls, but didn't actually end up coming. The latter party had a legitimate excuse; the former came up with a silly and completely lame one. :) Anyways, CH and I decided to come up with all these fun and exciting things we did, and take "photo-evidence" of our exploits so they'd think we had a better-than-fantastic time and wish they had come. Anyways, here all the rides we didn't do, but wanted the boys to believe we had. lol
The Bungee Jump thingy (lol)
The ride you can take to view the whole fair from a bird's-eye point of view - actually it's really boring. :P
Here's a scarf I bought; and stink! I meant to get a picture of CH's amazingly pretty skirt she bought, but I totally forgot. Nuts....
Resting our very, very tired feet......ow......
Ditto (same as above).
CH with her incredible snakes. lol
The End
Anyways (:P), here are the very few pix we took......
The Extreme Scream (which actually doesn't look that frightening. :) )
NP and RM were invited to come along with us girls, but didn't actually end up coming. The latter party had a legitimate excuse; the former came up with a silly and completely lame one. :) Anyways, CH and I decided to come up with all these fun and exciting things we did, and take "photo-evidence" of our exploits so they'd think we had a better-than-fantastic time and wish they had come. Anyways, here all the rides we didn't do, but wanted the boys to believe we had. lol
The Bungee Jump thingy (lol)
The ride you can take to view the whole fair from a bird's-eye point of view - actually it's really boring. :P
Here's a scarf I bought; and stink! I meant to get a picture of CH's amazingly pretty skirt she bought, but I totally forgot. Nuts....
Resting our very, very tired feet......ow......
Ditto (same as above).
CH with her incredible snakes. lol
The End
Thursday, September 17, 2009
I like writing depressing short stories/descriptive essays.....they're ever so much more fun to write than happy endings....Yah, weird, I know. Anyways, here's one of my little pieces....slapped together in about O, probably 20 minutes or less. Enjoy (ha!).
Her hair slapped against her face, as the angry wind gusted in wild furies, slowly subsiding into a low, mournful howl. Standing at the edge of the towering precipice, she stared through expressionless eyes at the graveyard far, far below. Swirling clouds wrapped around her ankles, threatening to enchain her and cast her into one of those solemn graves. Directly below her lay freshly turned soil, crowned with a dreary slab of dark, cold stone. It was a stark reminder. Next to this sepulcher leaned several more desolate markings, whose inscriptions were barely readable, sanded away by long years of exposure to the elements; scraggly, dry grass struggled through the crevices. Farther on, a rocky downhill slope began, tiredly stretching out toward the horizon, as if it wished to die and be buried itself, the winter grayness finally and mercifully enveloping it. Into this lifeless world the girl had entered, and received no hope of ever departing.
by Corrie Morgan
Such a cheerful saga, isn't it? :) I don't really have such a depressing world-view, but it is fun to write such things! (hmmm, wondering about my sense of enjoyment??)
Her hair slapped against her face, as the angry wind gusted in wild furies, slowly subsiding into a low, mournful howl. Standing at the edge of the towering precipice, she stared through expressionless eyes at the graveyard far, far below. Swirling clouds wrapped around her ankles, threatening to enchain her and cast her into one of those solemn graves. Directly below her lay freshly turned soil, crowned with a dreary slab of dark, cold stone. It was a stark reminder. Next to this sepulcher leaned several more desolate markings, whose inscriptions were barely readable, sanded away by long years of exposure to the elements; scraggly, dry grass struggled through the crevices. Farther on, a rocky downhill slope began, tiredly stretching out toward the horizon, as if it wished to die and be buried itself, the winter grayness finally and mercifully enveloping it. Into this lifeless world the girl had entered, and received no hope of ever departing.
by Corrie Morgan
Such a cheerful saga, isn't it? :) I don't really have such a depressing world-view, but it is fun to write such things! (hmmm, wondering about my sense of enjoyment??)
Friday, September 11, 2009
"You Do Look Wonderful"
Another short story.......
"You Do Look Wonderful"
"I'm playing dress-up!" she giggled; her eyes crinkled delightedly; her mouth widened into a happy, albeit toothless, smile. The Home's assistant glanced up, and he laughed delightedly, as he beheld the childish joy of his ward. The old woman's gray hair was matted and thrust out in varying directions, giving the elderly lady an absurd appearance. Bony, gnarled fingers playfully twirled a purple hat bedecked with countless crimson fluffs. Orange bands looped onto a string of fraying yarn wrapped around her wrinkled neck. She was showcasing a 1920s "flapper dress"; mismatched pumps; hot pink knee-highs; and shattered cat-eye glasses. Clunky old-fashioned earrings swung back and forth, softly tapping her cheeks as the elderly woman tilted her head to the side in a teasingly coquettish manner.....
The assistant, amused, looked the woman up and down, cheerfully exclaiming, "You look wonderful!" Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of brilliant red. Tears immediately began pricking at his eyelids. Silk gloves, long stained with memoirs of little girls' tea parties, were crumpled in the old woman's hands. A wave of memories wafted over the man's mind.... He sighed quietly, then turned resolutely toward the old woman once again. He bowed teasingly, "May I have this dance?" The old woman giggled. As the two swayed slowly across the floor, the young man whispered, "You do look wonderful, Mother."
by Corrie Morgan
The assistant, amused, looked the woman up and down, cheerfully exclaiming, "You look wonderful!" Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of brilliant red. Tears immediately began pricking at his eyelids. Silk gloves, long stained with memoirs of little girls' tea parties, were crumpled in the old woman's hands. A wave of memories wafted over the man's mind.... He sighed quietly, then turned resolutely toward the old woman once again. He bowed teasingly, "May I have this dance?" The old woman giggled. As the two swayed slowly across the floor, the young man whispered, "You do look wonderful, Mother."
by Corrie Morgan
Monday, September 7, 2009
The Promise
Hey y'all! I simply felt like posting one of my pieces of writing --- I wrote it less than a year ago, probably less than six months ago, really. Unfortunately, I didn't type a date on the piece, so I can't tell you exactly when. Not that anyone really cares. :)
Anyway - here it is.....and if there be any thanks or praise, give the glory to God alone...........
The sun's rays spiraled their way down among the trees, glinting off the tiny droplets of water which still clung tenaciously to the branches. Long-fallen leaves carpeted the brown forest floor; a floor which stretched on and on, finally melding into the shadowy horizon. Not a single bird chirped, not a single sound disturbed the air; yet a sense of peacefulness pervaded that solemn sylvan place. As I gazed quietly at that beautiful landscape before me, an irresistible urge welled up within my heart. Tears stung my eyes. Impatiently, roughly, I brushed them away, determined not to let my emotions control me this morning. ... Almost afraid to intrude upon that peaceful arbor, I hesitated. Finally, closing my eyes, I willed myself forward. The leaves crackled softly beneath my feet. The cool shadows now enveloped me, and I turned back once more. From this distance, a stranger would never have known what that bluish square on the horizon was. But I was no stranger; I knew. It was home. Home. That one word held so many horrible memories. Recent memories. And present problems. Problems no teenager should ever face. Tearing my mind away from all this, I commanded my legs to move. Right. Left. Right. Left. Mechanically, my body carried me deeper and deeper into the wood. I halted abruptly. A voice. Rigid, alert, I listened.... Once again, that voice - unmistakably clear - whispered softly. Suddenly, fresh waves of emotion swept over my figure. Trembling, I fell to my knees, tears coursing down my cheeks. Thank You, Thank You... were the only words tumbling through my mind. It was the promise. This was the answer to my prayers. I knew now what course I would have to take. It would be a longer sojourn than I had wished for, but I knew now that I was forgiven. Undoubtedly, the trials ahead would be extraordinarily difficult. But I was reassured - my Redeemer lives.... Shaking, my fingers closed around the appointment card. Its fragments soon lay scattered on the forest floor. I had asked. He had answered. My child would live.
by Corrie Morgan
Anyway - here it is.....and if there be any thanks or praise, give the glory to God alone...........
The sun's rays spiraled their way down among the trees, glinting off the tiny droplets of water which still clung tenaciously to the branches. Long-fallen leaves carpeted the brown forest floor; a floor which stretched on and on, finally melding into the shadowy horizon. Not a single bird chirped, not a single sound disturbed the air; yet a sense of peacefulness pervaded that solemn sylvan place. As I gazed quietly at that beautiful landscape before me, an irresistible urge welled up within my heart. Tears stung my eyes. Impatiently, roughly, I brushed them away, determined not to let my emotions control me this morning. ... Almost afraid to intrude upon that peaceful arbor, I hesitated. Finally, closing my eyes, I willed myself forward. The leaves crackled softly beneath my feet. The cool shadows now enveloped me, and I turned back once more. From this distance, a stranger would never have known what that bluish square on the horizon was. But I was no stranger; I knew. It was home. Home. That one word held so many horrible memories. Recent memories. And present problems. Problems no teenager should ever face. Tearing my mind away from all this, I commanded my legs to move. Right. Left. Right. Left. Mechanically, my body carried me deeper and deeper into the wood. I halted abruptly. A voice. Rigid, alert, I listened.... Once again, that voice - unmistakably clear - whispered softly. Suddenly, fresh waves of emotion swept over my figure. Trembling, I fell to my knees, tears coursing down my cheeks. Thank You, Thank You... were the only words tumbling through my mind. It was the promise. This was the answer to my prayers. I knew now what course I would have to take. It would be a longer sojourn than I had wished for, but I knew now that I was forgiven. Undoubtedly, the trials ahead would be extraordinarily difficult. But I was reassured - my Redeemer lives.... Shaking, my fingers closed around the appointment card. Its fragments soon lay scattered on the forest floor. I had asked. He had answered. My child would live.
by Corrie Morgan
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Psalm 37
I know I just posted, but I wanted to share something with you. Last night, I read a certain Psalm, and although I've gone through it before, it seemed as if I was reading it with new eyes last night! The words become clear and meaningful, as if God had - well - opened my eyes again. Thank Him! To Him be the glory....and to Him alone. I hope and pray that you, too, will be able to glimpse my wonderful and merciful Saviour through the following passage.
Fret not thyself because of evildoers,
neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity.
For they shall soon be cut down like the grass,
and wither as the green herb.
Trust in the Lord, and do good;
so shalt thou dwell in the land,
and verily thou shalt be fed.
Delight thyself also in the Lord;
and He shall give thee the desires of thine heart.
Commit thy way unto the Lord;
trust also in Him;
and He shall bring it to pass.
And He shall bring forth thy righteousness as the light,
and thy judgment as the noonday.
Rest in the Lord,
and wait patiently for Him:
fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way,
because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass.
Cease from anger,
and forsake wrath:
fret not thyself in any wise to do evil.
For evildoers shall be cut off:
but those who wait upon the Lord,
they shall inherit the earth.
For yet a little while, and the wicked shall not be:
yea, tho shalt diligently consider his place,
and it shall not be.
But the meek shall inherit the earth;
and shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace.
The wicked plotteth against the just,
and gnasheth upon him with his teeth.
The Lord shall laugh at him:
for He seeth that his day is coming.
The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow,
to cast down the poor and needy,
and to slay such as be of upright conversation.
Their sword shall enter into their own heart,
and their bows shall be broken.
A little that a righteous man hath is better than the riches of many wicked.
For the arms of the wicked shall be broken:
but the Lord upholdeth the righteous.
The Lord knoweth the days of the upright:
and their inheritance shall be forever.
They shall not be ashamed in the evil time:
and in the days of famine they shall be satisfied.
But the wicked shall perish, and the enemies of the Lord shall be as the fat of lambs:
they shall consume; into smoke shall they consume away.
The wicked borroweth, and payeth not again:
but the righteous showeth mercy, and giveth.
For such as be blessed of him shall inherit the earth;
and they that be cursed of him shall be cut off.
The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord:
and he delighteth in His way.
Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down:
for the Lrod upholdeth him in His hand.
I have been young, and now am old;
yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken,
nor his seed begging bread.
He is ever merciful, and lendeth;
and his seed is blessed.
Depart from evil, and do good;
and dwell forevermore.
For the Lord loveth judgment,
and forsaketh not His saints;
they are preserved forever: but the seed of the wicked
shall be cut off.
The righteous shall inherit the land, and dwell therein forever.
The mouth of the righteous speaketh wisdom, and his tongue talketh of judgment.
The law of his God is in his heart; none of his steps shall slide.
The wicked watcheth the righteous, and seeketh to slay him.
The Lord will not leave him in his hand, nor condemn him when he is judged.
Wait on the Lord,
and keep His way,
and He shall exalt thee to inherit the land:
when the wicked are cut off, thou shall see it.
I have seen the wicked in great power,
and spreading himself like a green bay tree.
Yet he passed away, and, lo, he was not:
yeah, I sought him, but he could not be found.
Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright:
for the end of that man is peace.
But the transgressors shall be destroyed together:
the end of the wicked shall be cut off.
But the salvation of the righteous is of the Lord:
He is their strength in the time of trouble.
And the Lord shall help them, and deliver them:
He shall deliver them from the wicked, and save them,
because they trust in Him.
neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity.
For they shall soon be cut down like the grass,
and wither as the green herb.
Trust in the Lord, and do good;
so shalt thou dwell in the land,
and verily thou shalt be fed.
Delight thyself also in the Lord;
and He shall give thee the desires of thine heart.
Commit thy way unto the Lord;
trust also in Him;
and He shall bring it to pass.
And He shall bring forth thy righteousness as the light,
and thy judgment as the noonday.
Rest in the Lord,
and wait patiently for Him:
fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way,
because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass.
Cease from anger,
and forsake wrath:
fret not thyself in any wise to do evil.
For evildoers shall be cut off:
but those who wait upon the Lord,
they shall inherit the earth.
For yet a little while, and the wicked shall not be:
yea, tho shalt diligently consider his place,
and it shall not be.
But the meek shall inherit the earth;
and shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace.
The wicked plotteth against the just,
and gnasheth upon him with his teeth.
The Lord shall laugh at him:
for He seeth that his day is coming.
The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow,
to cast down the poor and needy,
and to slay such as be of upright conversation.
Their sword shall enter into their own heart,
and their bows shall be broken.
A little that a righteous man hath is better than the riches of many wicked.
For the arms of the wicked shall be broken:
but the Lord upholdeth the righteous.
The Lord knoweth the days of the upright:
and their inheritance shall be forever.
They shall not be ashamed in the evil time:
and in the days of famine they shall be satisfied.
But the wicked shall perish, and the enemies of the Lord shall be as the fat of lambs:
they shall consume; into smoke shall they consume away.
The wicked borroweth, and payeth not again:
but the righteous showeth mercy, and giveth.
For such as be blessed of him shall inherit the earth;
and they that be cursed of him shall be cut off.
The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord:
and he delighteth in His way.
Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down:
for the Lrod upholdeth him in His hand.
I have been young, and now am old;
yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken,
nor his seed begging bread.
He is ever merciful, and lendeth;
and his seed is blessed.
Depart from evil, and do good;
and dwell forevermore.
For the Lord loveth judgment,
and forsaketh not His saints;
they are preserved forever: but the seed of the wicked
shall be cut off.
The righteous shall inherit the land, and dwell therein forever.
The mouth of the righteous speaketh wisdom, and his tongue talketh of judgment.
The law of his God is in his heart; none of his steps shall slide.
The wicked watcheth the righteous, and seeketh to slay him.
The Lord will not leave him in his hand, nor condemn him when he is judged.
Wait on the Lord,
and keep His way,
and He shall exalt thee to inherit the land:
when the wicked are cut off, thou shall see it.
I have seen the wicked in great power,
and spreading himself like a green bay tree.
Yet he passed away, and, lo, he was not:
yeah, I sought him, but he could not be found.
Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright:
for the end of that man is peace.
But the transgressors shall be destroyed together:
the end of the wicked shall be cut off.
But the salvation of the righteous is of the Lord:
He is their strength in the time of trouble.
And the Lord shall help them, and deliver them:
He shall deliver them from the wicked, and save them,
because they trust in Him.
Our "Night Out"
So, as you can tell, I went a "vee bit mo'e" than a day, or even a week, to post about my August camping trip with the H.'s. And sorry to disappoint any of you who were interested, but I have finally decided to not publish the photos after all. :) I know; I'm fickle. But that's the way it is. (Isn't that a great way to look at life?!? :) )
Be that as it may, I am going to post pictures of my Friday "sleepover". I had two of my dear and good friends, MW and HE., over to my house that evening.....to say the least, "sleep"over is such an oxymoron! Unfortunately for my parents, Friday was also the night that my brother opted to have a LAN party in the garage with a gazillion of his friends; I'm not sure how much sleep Mom and Dad actually got! I love my parents! They're such great sports; we turn on all the lights, play movies at top volume, giggle and scream and run around the driveway, take endless numbers of photos - with the flash on of course - at 2:00 in the morning, and things like that - and they don't yell at us or tell us to go to bed or whatnot. :) Wow. Amazing parents!
For you two who were involved in the picture taking, don't worry; I won't post every picture we took - some are definite blackmail! Though of course, some pictures, blackmail perhaps, may very well end up on Facebook. MJ, don't get any ideas. :)
Anywho, here are the promised pictures...
Wow - aren't we amazing? :)
Best of Friends....
MW in "The Pose"
All of the above were taken somewhere between midnight and 3:00 am; craziness! :)
Next Morning:
We were supposed to be "gangste's" but it turned into more of a hobo look. :) So there's my hobo/gangster pose. :D
It's something like the toothless granny look; just don't ask. lol
No specific pose here; just our usual strange-ness.
Aren't they cute? :) I thought it was such a great pic.!
The End!
Be that as it may, I am going to post pictures of my Friday "sleepover". I had two of my dear and good friends, MW and HE., over to my house that evening.....to say the least, "sleep"over is such an oxymoron! Unfortunately for my parents, Friday was also the night that my brother opted to have a LAN party in the garage with a gazillion of his friends; I'm not sure how much sleep Mom and Dad actually got! I love my parents! They're such great sports; we turn on all the lights, play movies at top volume, giggle and scream and run around the driveway, take endless numbers of photos - with the flash on of course - at 2:00 in the morning, and things like that - and they don't yell at us or tell us to go to bed or whatnot. :) Wow. Amazing parents!
For you two who were involved in the picture taking, don't worry; I won't post every picture we took - some are definite blackmail! Though of course, some pictures, blackmail perhaps, may very well end up on Facebook. MJ, don't get any ideas. :)
Anywho, here are the promised pictures...
Wow - aren't we amazing? :)
Best of Friends....
MW in "The Pose"
All of the above were taken somewhere between midnight and 3:00 am; craziness! :)
Next Morning:
We were supposed to be "gangste's" but it turned into more of a hobo look. :) So there's my hobo/gangster pose. :D
It's something like the toothless granny look; just don't ask. lol
No specific pose here; just our usual strange-ness.
Aren't they cute? :) I thought it was such a great pic.!
The End!
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