My One Regret

Well, I’m man enough to admit when I’m wrong. And I was wrong. Big time. Harold Camping was right about everything. At exactly 6:00 pm ET, I was sitting in my den reading when I suddenly felt a tingling sensation and found myself wearing a white dress and sitting on a cloud. So I thought I’d make one more blog post before I begin my eternity of harp playing and eating Philadelphia cream cheese.



I suppose hell is going to break loose on earth now, until October 21, but if you’re one of my students and you’re able to read this, I want you to know that I’ll still try to grade your exams from my new digs. I also think there’s still a little cash in my pants pocket if anyone wants it.



However, I do have one regret. Now that I’m here, I’ll never know how the book Mossflower ends. I know; you would think that with eternity ahead of me, I’d have plenty of reading time. However, the only books we’re allowed to have here are those written by Frances Hodgson Burnett. And I thought I could watch the animated version on TV, but we only get reruns of “Touched by an Angel” and “Little House on the Prairie”. So I suppose if anyone has read Mossflower and would like to make my eternal bliss complete, you could let me know if Martin is able to defeat Tsarmina.


Heavenly Yours,
Rick

Comments

Erica said…
Since your poor sister is still here (it's because I'm Greek Orthodox, I suppose) I'll get started on the Redwall series and let you know what's happening.

But I'm sure they would let the Harry Potter books in there, so Laura Mallory can continually burn them while she's there. Have you had many conversations with her yet?
Ken Davis said…
I am highly offended that you would make fun of such a serious matter. God has just delayed His coming because of unbelievers like you. He is separating the true believers from those who are willing to doubt, so says the followers of Harold Camping. You are sure going to feel funny when the apocalypse takes place on October 21st, the new date. Finish your book Rick before October...LOL
Mom said…
Um.... Can I have the change or did Luther get it?
Dad said…
Stop this sillyfullness.
Rick said…
I got the change myself. They ran out of Welch's grape juice and those tiny little crackers at the feast, and I said I'd go to the store for more. Then I didn't come back. heehee...
Rick said…
By the way, Erica, Happy Birthday. I didn't call you on your birthday due to the insane long distance rates in heaven, but we did send you a package that would get there whether were still around or not.
Mom said…
And I was so hoping for the change...oh well.