theological (sometimes) reflections from an educated hillbilly, father, husband, backyard farmer, point of view all the while serving pound for pound the best American Baptist Church in the land.
This morning #1 asked if I would put my reading glasses on to see how I looked next to the VOR. Guess what: they are almost exactly the same. I suppose that I too now have my own mavericky Sarah Pallin thing going on.
Also, sometime this morning while I was at work #2 took a marble and dropped in the spout of the fat separator. Oh brother.