- Yesterday seemed a little too hot to have really high-quality time at the dog park. Angus and new buddy Frodo did have fun though, and rode well in the car together. Next time we'll just skip the drive and let them play here. Better climate control, and lower chance of stepping in poop.
- That cucumber? It got bigger. It got picked. And it got eaten. And lo, it was crispy and yummy.
- Sang a Trout Fishing In America song in church today.
- Going on a worship field trip this afternoon. With most of the band coming along.
- In the middle of a true crime novel that includes several people I know in real life. Surreal is putting it mildly.
- Had a sanctioned graffiti session on the bare floor of our under-construction sanctuary.
- Saw two German Shepherds being walked. Still miss my girl.
- Said "no" to an offer of ice cream yesterday. Yes, I'm feeling okay.
- Don't think I would say "no" today. Waiting for my opportunity.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Weekend assortment
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which TFIA song? love them...
I wanna know which song too
and the book -- there's a book?!?
What they said...
And...eat the ice cream! Do it for me; it looks like I've got about zero chance of getting any today!
and yay! cuke and yay! play date and sorry, too--you know what for.
The TFIA song was "Closer to the Truth" -- I got permission from Keith himself during a set break at one of their Poor David's Pub concerts a couple of years back. Today was the second time we've used it in worship.
The book...is out of print, of course, but I paid $1 for a used copy on Amazon (and $3 or $4 to have it shipped to me).
Back from worship field trip... glad I went. Going to investigate my ice cream possibilities now.
Laughed out loud about your rethinking of your ice cream stance.
I'm just plain nosey - what true crime is this book about. The amazon link didn't give details.
I had a similar surreal experience reading the book at the Tulia drug busts a couple of years ago.
Rach, the name you need to Google is Walker Railey.
And y'all, every time the comment notifications arrived in my inbox for this one, the subject line ran out of room at "Weekend ass..." which never failed to elicit a snicker.
I am SO twelve.
Thought that might be it, DB. Just couldn't remember the name. There never was a prosecution on that was there? That was a fascinating story...
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