Prayer...

A Pastor was praying over one of the races in Nashville. (Sounds like the beginning of a really bad joke - but I actually heard this on Sports Center tonight...)

His prayer went something like this: "Dear Lord, Thank you for my SMOKIN' HOT WIFE and my two children  (who he mentioned by name). Bless this race... (and then there were some words to bless the race)... In Jesus Name; Boogedy, Boogedy, Boogedy, Amen."

I think I would laugh really hard if someone closed a prayer during church with three boogedys.

I'd offer someone money to actually do it, but I may have a brother or sister who really would... and with a straight face too. I'd love to be in church if someone actually used those words...

Overhead while sleeping...

Before I go into details, I have to explain that Savannah was responsible for ALL the meals yesterday (Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner...) She did a fabulous job with help from Mom, and is rapidly on her way to becoming an excellent cook.

Now to the story...

As I was waking up yesterday morning, I heard Margaret talking to Andrew. This is the conversation:

M: "Dad, you know those little round chocolate balls? That chocolate cereal that looks like Poop but tastes like Chocolate? Those are Cocoa Puffs.
We're having them for breakfast."
A: "What else are we having?"

Savannah made delicious smoothies, toast, and for those who could get the image of cocoa puffs looking like poop but tasting like chocolate out of their heads, cocoa puffs were included.

Lunch was Submarine Sandwiches and chips with Cranberry Juice to drink.

Dinner was Tortellini Alfredo with Broccoli and Ham. Garlic Breadsticks on the side, and Kool-Aid to drink. We had sherbet for dessert. There were no leftovers for ANY of the meals.