When I was young, I used to worry that I had committed what the Bible belivin' people referred to as "the unforgivable sin". Really, I would mind fuck myself to death worried that I had gone so far as to earn eternal damnation. Once, I was convinced that it was taking the Lord's name in vain. For an entire week I was convinced I would spend my afterlife in torture and misery. My mom let me off the hook, but I was still worried that I would commit this elusive sin, not knowing what it was until it was too late and I was doomed.
I'm not sure about the afterlife anymore, but I do know, without question, what my unforgivable sin of the day is. It was those two minutes that I left the dog alone to eat her food, chained to the cabinet. Obviously she hasn't put 2 and 2 together to make 4 when it comes to her dog bed, because she peed on it. A whole day with walks, kennel time, supervised leash time and I blow it by leaving her unsupervised for two minutes.
Damn me to hell.
P.S. Yes, I know I gave Stan crap for leaving her unsupervised yesterday. Irony noted.
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