First off,
In case Megan Elliot should grace this blog again... I'm making chicken quesadillas tonight in the Foreman.....Word to your Mother.
Secondly, it is one month until Erin and I are to close on our home in Houston. We have sooooooo much to do over the next month.... that's a really intimidating thought. Erin and I are going rock hunting this weekend at Topaz Mountain. I'm really excited about this. I located my rock hammer and chisel today and I'm ready to pound some rhyolite in search of that radiant amber hue of Topaz.
Tomorrow I'm speaking on Ezekiel 16... I was reading in my study bible that the passage was so sad that some ancient rabbis wouldn't allow it to be read in public.... that's my kind of passage.
A limerick for the Hays'
Convertible Sebrings and receding hair,
Lying in Mark's bed in woman's underwear;
Sarah and John
to Scotland are gone,
Rocky Horror Picture Show I no longer fear.
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My contribution for today:
Jake once had a dog named Battlecat,
Which proceeded to maul his Broncos hat.
Jake did mutter and rage,
and built a big cage,
And Battle was trapped like a rat.
Grace, Peace, V, and Hz.
Excellent contributions as always Danny! I swear.... if Battlecat ever desecrated anything bearing the Broncos insignia... there would be much weeping...
Sarah... I have written a special poem for you!
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