I’m at Relief Journal again today with the continuing saga of life in Indonesia. And it’s a saga, my Internet peeps. Today’s post has a smidgen of soap opera, which is scary because I never watch that nonsense. Except for a tiny lapse in judgment in high school when I would rush home to watch… dang, can’t remember the name of the show, but I really did get caught up in the drama.
Here’s a nifty story: Years after I quit watching the show, the actor who played the soap’s villain came into the Wendy’s where I had a part time job. He ordered a burger and fries to go. Yummy. (The actor, not the food, although I did adore Wendy’s chocolate pudding). I was going to say something like, “I loved your soap opera until I felt convicted it was sin,” but he looked not in the mood to be recognized, so I played it cool. Something in his eyes said, “Don’t be a college co-ed freak in the middle of this restaurant at 10 pm, I just want to quietly take my greasy food and go.” I can’t remember his name either, which is a good thing. If he ever Googles his name, I’d hate for him to read this.
Anyway, go get some Relief and leave me a comment. Please. Lucia had several comments last week and another on his latest post regarding The Path to Publication. If this were a competition, I’d be the big loser. Come on, guys, show me some love.
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