There are morman's in my dining room.
I'm not a religious person. I appreciate religion. A good prayer can bring me to tears.
My youngest daughter, is, however, into the Morman religion. Which is fine with me. I've always let my kids make their own choices when it comes to religion. Apparently, she's chosen, Mormanism. I know very little about it, so I can't judge. They are sweet and cute so who am I to complain?
And, there are morman's in my dining room, and I have yet to burst into flames. Isn't that awesome! I even shook hands with them...and aside from the tiny burns on the palms of my hands, I'm good.
Ha.
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