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From shelerella:

Ding-dong...."No, god here"

What happened: I was on the computer trying to get some work done when the doorbell rang. Once again it was my friendly neighborhood mormons, wanting to once again invite my children to come to Sunday School. For the 10th time since we moved in they handed me the schedule telling me when classes were and what teachers my little ones had.

What I said: Nothing...I just smiled politely..you know..The smile where you don't show any teeth.

What I SHOULD have said: 1. My husband stopped going to church years ago, and I don't practice religion at all. I don't want my kids influenced. OR 2. Satan told me you were coming...Come on in.... Damn it..Why do I always have to be so NICE????

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