Yesterday, I went to play dominoes with my father. He accidently glued the throw rugs to the hardwood floor and we laughed about it for a long time because that is something that I would've done. He and I are the oddities in our family and the result is a sort of shared commraderie. :-] Also yesterday, I picked up a book by Spurgeon on the miracles of Jesus and became engrossed wishing I could read stuff like this all day and somehow make a living. It struck me that if I was a man, I would have loved to be a preacher. Instead, I often write posts about God. One seems infintiely more satisfying, but since I don't believe in gender surgery, I guess I'll have to be relegated to blogging. :-]

Happy Father's Day, Dad!