When I got home, my phone rang. It was my soon-to-be ex-wife. She opened with her standard statement: “Did you shit your brain?”
Makes you wonder why we aren’t still together, doesn’t it?
“What do you mean?”, as I opened a fresh bottle of wine that suddenly appeared in my hand.
She sighed. God, how I missed those sighs (really). “All this interviewing God crap. You managed to offend my entire family with your angry brand of atheism when we were together. Now you’ll offend them AND the masses who follow your blogs with how you’ve ‘found’ God.”
“You should really read the blog: It was more like he found me.”
The line went dead, as I took my first swig of wine.