Friday Humor Devotional

Dear Lord, please let my two teenage daughters know that giving me a front row seat at a Justin Bieber concert or a gift certificate for a free mani-pedi will never, ever, EVER be an […]

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Friday Humor Devotional

Dear Lord, please remind my wife not to annoy me while I’m watching NCIS.  “Can you kill the huge spider in the bath tub, I can’t reach the peaches on the top shelf  can you get them for me […]

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Friday Humor Devotional

Dear Lord, please forgive me for sucker punching my husband at the dinner table. When I asked how he spent his day off, I thought he said he’d spent hours online looking at porn shops, […]

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Friday Humor Devotional

Dear Lord, please give me the strength and the talent to act surprised when my husband and kids bring me breakfast in bed for Mother’s Day with a menu of extra cheese omelet, strawberry yogurt […]

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Friday Humor Devotional

Dear Lord, please help me stop my husband from calling the Antiques Road Show and explain to him that the old motorized breast pump he found in the attic is not an antique sex toy, […]

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Friday Humor Devotional

Dear Lord, please forgive me for torturing my annoying obsessive/compulsive, germ phobic boss. Filling her hand sanitizer bottles with corn syrup, then watching her frantically grabbing tissues after I sneezed on her, was too funny to pass up, […]

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Friday Humor Devotional

Dear Lord, please comfort our aquatic loving grandchildren after this morning’s upset. When their grandfather said he was going to drop the kids off at the pool he meant he needed to take a dump, […]

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Friday Humor Devotional

Dear Lord, please help me to explain to my extreme couponing addicted wife that there is NEVER, EVER a reason to buy econo-sized Jock Itch Powder, Yeast Infection Cream or Hemorrhoid Suppositories just because she’s […]

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Friday Humor Devotional

Dear Lord, please give me the strength not to duct tape my mother-in-law to a chair and thrash her with a bamboo cane.  After 8-years of marriage she continues to introduce me as the-gold-digging-slut-whore-who-married-her-baby-boy, Amen.

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