THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME...

Yeah, we're never leaving home again. We go to Indy for the 4-year anniversary EXTRAVEGANZA (it was that exciting), Mel gets food poisoning, and we come home to a flooded basement. I had a near-meltdown experience, and after God back-handed my will a few dozen times, we finished cleaning up the mess and it ended up being no big deal. Not one of my prouder moments, however, as I refused to take a moment and pray when we found the mess, because, as my interior monologue lamented, "God is teaching me about OPPRESSION today!"

I know, I am pathetic. Bask in the awe-inspiring speck that is my faith! I love You, God, I am just really bad at remembering that. Back-hand away.