Thank you for praying for me. The morning went…well. I did spend most of the ride home (from MOPS) feeling deflated and discouraged, but my reason was petty. In the last couple hours, I’ve gotten over myself. Whew, that’s a relief. God answered all (but one) of my prayers (and I was just focusing on the one He didn‘t answer), and I know He blessed a lot of women through the words He gave me. And I have a feeling a few husbands are going to be a little happier this week as well.
So, let me clear up the Mitch Hedberg thing. I do think he’s funny. Side-splittingly funny at times even. Some of his stuff just killed me. Okay, bad word choice. No, I didn’t know he died. Neither did Gabe. He was bummed when I told him. His humor and tone of voice take a minute (or 12) to get used to, but then he’s quite a hoot. A nice change of pace from a lot of other comedians who all sound the same. Actually I don’t listen to many, because it’s hard for me to get past the language and inappropriate humor. That’s why I love Brian Regan.
Gabe and Nina and I took a walk through the woods after lunch. The weather is gorgeous. I kept closing my eyes to soak in the loveliness of each moment. I nearly fell asleep walking a few times.
Did you hear about the 7-year-old boy who broke into a zoo in Sydney, Australia and fed a bunch of small animals to a huge crocodile? I’m sad. Not for the animals so much, but for such a little boy to have such huge heart issues already. What must be going on in his mind and soul and life? I hate the curse of sin. (Nixie, you be careful over there in Oz!)
I thought I had some other stuff to say but apparently not. I’m tired. Hope the rest of your day is delightful!