Sin is the way you feel when you've been minding your own business...sorting the trash, decorating rug with paper or egg-shells, or scaring of bicycles, or something. It beats me about this thing, called Sin. It sounds and feels so awful, and it always lands smack-dab on you when you are least expecting it and most busy, minding your own business.
Puzzle: Why is it that it is a sin to put your bone one place and it is being good to put it another? It's the same bone, for Heaven's Sake!
Puzzle: Why is it that it's always women who seem to make a sin of minding your own business?