This post is nothing more than a pure rant. Sorry. No spiritual application. No bible verse. Just a spewing of emotions. I promised myself I wouldn't post like this anymore, but I really can't help it. I'm compelled to get this off my chest.
I have decided that The Pastor, and now consequently, our son has a problem. Okay, well, they have lots of problems, but I'm focusing on one in particular. There is something in them that prevents them from pushing chairs in after they've sat in them. I don't understand it. Some days it's like living out the movie "The Sixth Sense" except that instead of entering the kitchen to find all the cabinet doors open, I come in and every chair around our dining room table is scooted out....every bar stool at the counter is askew. Only three of us live in this house and one out of the three pushes her chair in after she gets out of it. That leaves two people and seven pushed out chairs! How does this happen? I have come to realize the terrible truth...my guys are chair-impaired.
I'm currently doing online research to see if this is a curable disease. So far, I find no hope. I wonder if I stop coming along behind them and scooting the chairs in, if they will just push them farther and farther out until they go out the back door and on to the deck. Hmmm, that might be a worthwhile experiment. I always enjoy outdoor dining.