In which I discover that sometimes, I don't enjoy God's sense of humor very much

5:00 in the a.m. is way too early. And I've been saying that all week. Heidi and Ruthie told me I should go to church at 6:00 in the morning with them for the prayer service. I told them that it was WAY too early -- whoever thinks 6:00 in the morning is a good time to be awake and ready for the day is crazy. I told them I didn't want to go, but they kept bugging me about it. Finally, last night, over sparkling pink catawba and string cheese, I said, "Fine. I'm not going to set an alarm, but if I happen to be awake at 5:00, I'll come." Guess who was awake at 5:00 this morning in spite of not having set an alarm. God cracks me up sometimes -- this time isn't one of them. Ok, ok -- I'm just kidding. I have been telling people this story and they think it's hysterical. One of the RAs said, "It sounds like God was saying, 'MJ, you need to go to church today.'" It's cool that they recognize that God does speak... The sad part of the whole affair is that I was completely out of it -- and I still am. I think I'm going to take a nap.

But first, over the sparkling pink catawba and string cheese, I took a sip and I said, "I don't think I'd be a very good drinker..." Ruthie and Heidi looked at me funny and Tony said, "She means that she doesn't like how it tastes." Right Tony. Smart boy. I also commented that the cheese made the catawba taste pretty good. (Maybe there is something to the whole cheese with your wine thing, after all.) And Tony told us about his high school days when someone dared him to drink a liter of vodka in one night and he was so drunk that when he tried to drive home he ended up driving into 2 feet of water in a ditch and one of his friends told him he should go back down and turn the lights off and he ended up falling in. There are many more details I don't remember, but the most fascinating thing about it is that he actually remembers it... And, of course, the fact that he's not dead...
ZZZ
~MK