I have to say, today was a huge disappointment.
I heard the predictions, same as everyone. May 21st was to be the end of the world. Judgement Day if you will. I admit, when I first heard that I scoffed. The scripture about no man knowing the final day came to mind.
But then I thought about it for a while.
And the idea grew on me.
A world where I could be skinny again just sounded awesome.
A world where my children wouldn't have to live through the smut that is growing worse and worse is my dream.
By the time today, May 21st rolled around, I was in a pretty good mood.
And then 6:00 hit.
The time I had heard would be the time of Rapture.
And my mood blackened from there on out.
Where was my skinny body?
The innocence of my children forever intact?
No more bills to pay?
Seeing my Lord and Savior?
I have to say, I really feel for the people who put all their money into advertising this. It was something they really and truly believed, with all their hearts. It was a good cause. I commend them for wanting to get the word out to save their fellow brethren. But how sad will they be when Sunday morning comes around? I heard a guy sunk his life savings into the advertising. And now he is broke, and the world is still spinning around the sun, like it always has. I hope someone bakes him cookies and gives him a big hug tomorrow.
Heck, I hope someone bakes me cookies and gives me a big hug! Not that it would help with the skinny part, but I sure would feel better about it. Nothing to soothe disappointment then random cookies from a friend, right?