A good and windy day

It's windy as hell out here. I stuck my head out the window for a moment and thought I was in Chicago or something. The wind knocked things off of the fridge, too. Besides being annoyed, I was kind of proud of the wind, because that takes some doing seeing as how they're on opposite sides of the kitchen.

We got a package in the mail this morning from br0ken_dolly, which contained a lot of goodies they were getting rid of as they're moving. As I was looking inside, I saw something white and square shaped wrapped in bubble wrap and didn't know what it was.

So, for a moment, I was kind of staring at it and going, "Holy cow, did she just send us a brick of cocaine in the mail? OMGWTFBBQDEAAGENTSATMYDOOR?!" Not that she would, but I swear to God, that is exactly what it looked like.

Then I unwrapped it and realized it was just an external hard drive she'd sent us, because she had an extra one. I was really relieved at that moment, because I really wouldn't want the DEA to come to my door and search my stuff. Especially because I just got that sock/panty drawer organized the way I like it and I don't think I could survive watching a bunch of federal agents rip it apart. Also? I worry that they would steal my really nice fuzzy socks and those were Christmas presents from Andrew's sister and I freaking love them. Agents get cold feet, too. Hey, you don't know what those guys are like. I bet after a day in those big old fuck off boots, they probably would like nothing more than to prop their dogs up and partake of a big old cup of hot cocoa. I'm just sayin'.

So, anyway. Besides the cocaine-shaped harddrive there were journals in there (whee!) and other stuff. None of which, so far as I know, are restricted by any law, federal, state or local. Heavy as hell, but not illegal.

So to recap my morning so far: Gale force winds, but a refreshing lack of illicit substances in the mail this time. I'm calling this one a win.

ETA: No, I don't know why my first thought jumped to "brick of cocaine". Too much Law & Order, Y/N?

Religious confession

I hope I don't offend anyone on my f-list. I know there are a lot of diverse views and beliefs here, and I want you to know I respect those beliefs and I'm not insulting them. I'm just trying to parse out my own.

I think one of the hardest problems I have with even thinking about going back to a church or becoming a practicing Christian again is that I'm really stuck on the idea that somehow, those who believe in Jesus and ask him to save them go to heaven, but those who don't go to hell.

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