The little sins are still sins

THE WAY I SEE IT Ok, God, what is going on here? I thought we had a deal. I agreed to not kill anyone, plunder or pilfer, covet my neighbor’s wife, etc., and You would let me live the golden years with a little dignity. Well, I have a complaint — who is that guy in the mirror whose comb-over is looking like a rooster tail off the back of a speed boat? What is this alligator look on my exposed bod…