letters to josh march...romper room

the woman on romper-room called my name...it went something like this : "mr. bumble bee...sting that cock-sucker strang"...point...sometimes it is good when our name is not being called...fact of the matter is 88% of the time my name is being called...it means i am in shit...are you kidding about the jackson pollic pictures ??? here is an interesting story for you...i was at the halifax shopping center yesterday...and some young fellow on the phone asked me if i had a pen...i politely said "no" and continued on my way...god then clearly spoke to me and said..."get that little fucker a pen"...(not quite in those words)...so i asked some girl selling fat if i could borrow a pen...she said "do you need paper too???" i said that i did not...so she promptly cut off a piece of paper and gave it to me...i then went back to the phone only to discover that...a) he was having a very important phone call to africa...and...b) he had no paper...thing is...i am just about positive that the young girl actually heard me say "yes" when i know i said "no"...this has happened to me a few times in recent months...things in selah land are fine...chantel preached saturday...did a wonderful job...and , oh , yes...robbie wants me to teach him how to play tennis this spring...well...they certainly seem to be keeping you busy...make sure you find some josh time...i will heed your advice regarding the post cards and will see if those particular stores are interested...love ye heaps...have a great day...luv stu .