When they finally did,
I actually did a little dance.
Not exact matches
My above
little song and
dance I wrote doesn't reflect the mounds of evidence that we have in which I would favor over god, who
does not have any evidence of exisiting, so I posit that since you believe that it would make total sense that god would appear in the middle of the woods, drop a watch and then disappear and it
actually being possible shows me the delusion in which you have caught yourself in.
I was not about to win any chili cook - offs, so when this stuff
actually tasted good, I was
doing a
little happy
dance in my head.
Ok fine, maybe I
actually do a
little happy
dance on the outside, too.
I read a lot of fiction: Richard Ford's award - winning Canada which
actually has very
little to
do with our country; Rachel Joyce's delightful The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry; Nobel Prize winner Isaac Bashevis Singer's A Crown of Feathers and his Enemies: A Love Story; M.G. Vassanji's wonderful The Book of Secrets; Israeli - Arab writer Sayed Kashua's biting but hilarious
Dancing Arabs; Ian McEwan's masterful The Children Act whose protagonist is a 59 year - old female judge; Richard Wagamese's beautiful Keeper»n Me; and Philip Slayton's naughty and fun Bay Street: A Novel (lest people think it a work of non-fiction).