randomness

With Easter Sunday closing in, my mind is all business. And so in this Wednesday’s post you have to deal with my randomness. Enjoy…or at least tolerate…okay, so you may not even read this. I understand. I really do. The equation has already been worked out by some of the top mathematicians of our world. It goes something like this. Randomness + blogging = crap. So really, I won’t be offended if you surf on over to the next blog.

Without further ado, I present to you randomness:

I don’t like sharing my wife. I’ve been sharing time with her for a while now. Nothing against the kids. Nothing against friends or family. Nothing against our church family. Nothing against our respective jobs. All of that is great. Really. But I kinda like Laura. I’m a nicer person when around her and so I want to spend some quality time with her. Just her and me. She and I. We. Us. However, I’m fully aware that if we were alloted some alone time without any distractions we would both fall asleep.

Speaking of sleep, it’s way underrated. If there were a religion that based its beliefs on sleep, I would seriously consider it. Can I get an amen?

Speaking of amens, a woman attended our church last week. Toward the end of the sermon, she couldn’t hold back any longer. As I drove home the point, I got an amen out of her. Because of that amen, I rattled off a bit more than what was in my manuscript. I’m guessing that’s why the regulars in attendance don’t amen audibly. No straying from the manuscript, Joe! Got it?

Speaking of straying, how ’bout those New York governors?

Thank you, thank you very much. I’ll be here next week: same place, same time. You’ve been a gracious audience.