Jesus came off my crucifix. It seems like less of a statement now.
There's something I really like about the image of a fiery windmill.
I miss my sandwich.
Nat was looking for a bottle of cologne that had been one of his wedding presents. I had an urge to call it and just follow the ringing to find it.
I don't think I will ever not wear this petticoat again. It's the best thing since blue.
IT IS SO HOT HERE.
I didn't realize when I auditioned how much innuendo is in Camelot. Oops...
I made my blog private so I could complain about Bethel without any of them seeing, but it occurs to me that probably no one cares.
I'm cleaning! ... my e-mail inbox. I'm doing well, though. I got it from the 1800's yesterdayish to the 1400's todayish.
Coram Deo--Illinois was probably the biggest the Emmaus youth group has ever been, and I'm the only one in it who also went to Dare to be Lutheran--St. Louis in 2005. I feel SO OLD, guys.
My alarm clock does not understand "off."
I Will Go, I Will Go (Scottish folk), Il Sospiro (Donizetti), and If I Can't Love Her (Beauty and the Beast) make an interesting combination to be stuck in my head.
31 years together. Yayyyyy parents.
I keep adding more thoughts to this in the hopes that I'll remember the third one I actually planned. I think it may be gone forever.
Seriously, though, it was a great sandwich.