My Pastor is a Ninja

This morning an Easter miracle happened: we arrived at church ON TIME. This has NEVER HAPPENED in the two years that I've been going to this church with Daddy. Not once. Even though the church is literally five minutes away. No matter how early Daddy seems to get up (which is never earlier than nine thirty) we always manage to slink into church in the middle of the announcements or the first song, with Daddy stressing and freaking the whole five minute trip there.

But not this morning, Halleluia. I can't tell you how nice it was to walk into church and not have every pair of eyes on us.

  But seriously, Pastor Joel has some serious ninja skills. The sermon winds down, we sing one last song, and right as everyone stands up to leave, BAM! He is gone. He manages this in a time window of less than two minutes, with people in the front row making a beeline towards him the moment the song is over. Personally I think he has a trap door and a series of secret tunnels that pop up at all the exits and maybe in his office.

Anyway I woke up this morning to a pretty box of Ferraro Rochers and I'm going to try real hard to make them last more than a day, but I don't have high expectations. I swear the gold foils has traces of crack that seeps into the chocolate. You cannot eat just one without inhaling the rest of them.


Spiffy Word of the Day: Miasma

A dangerous, foreboding, deathlike atmosphere or influence

         I love how Miasma, which is such a pretty word and sounds like cheesy light show or something, means something deadly and awful. There's a metaphor in that somewhere if you squint.