How ironic, since isn’t that the universal beer-lover body shape — soft and shapeless, like a slug?
I consulted a gardening book for advice to rid my garden of the slimy, pudgy things and it recommended putting out empty plastic water bottles on their sides throughout my garden, or shallow butter tubs, each filled with an inch or two of “a puddle of death”.
The slugs will slime in for a sip gulp, and drown. In the morning, speaking of belly-up, I should find them floating that way in the beer:
Another irony, because, if we’re not careful, we all have food, drinks, or things we love that could drown us.
What’s your puddle of death? Mine, ironically, was beer. So glad I gave up my slug-ish ways before I drowned.
Oh, Father, you are awesome. Thank you that if I belly up to your Word I will find peace and tranquility that will last more than one night, and won’t add calories to my figure!
May I be totally addicted to you. Fill me with Your Presence. In Jesus’ name, Amen!”
“You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.” ~ Psalm 16:11