Father, forgive me... I used Your name in vain today.
I'm really sorry for that.
Not that there is any good excuse, but I do have one... in case You would like to hear it.
It was hot, and I was picking up a load of square hay bales (aka "idiot cubes") from the field and loading them into the truck. I was topping off the load.... and since You created me to be short, I had to lift the bales to my chest, then heave them up over my head. As it was hot, I was tired, sweaty and in a hurry, and so ignored my self-imposed protocol of always turning a bale over before picking it up.
On what would prove to be the last bale of that particular load, I threw it up over my head... then looked square into the eyes of one of these as it dangled before my face:
And then I used Your name in vain. Really loudly.
I'm sure You (and all my neighbors) probably heard it, so I just wanted to say sorry.
I promise to follow the rules and turn the bales over before picking them up, from now on.
Over and out.