Friday, February 17, 2006

holy ground

I wish that everyone could experience living with their pastor. They are curious people by nature, and sharing a house with one never fails to provide interest and amusement.

Like this morning, when I was drearily pouring water into the tea kettle. Thad comes wondering in through the backdoor, wide-eyed.

"I didn't do it."

"... Do what?"

"Ahh... it's nothing."

12 hours later, and I'm still trying to figure out what it is he didn't do.