Our Redeemer Lives with an Evil Eye

Last week was nuts, John's cold/allergies whatever let him sleep last night though and so this morning even with a bit of a snotty nose left he is even nuttier, if that was possible. It's all in a good way, well okay except feet do not belong on walls, pulling fronds off the palm at church isn't good, wiggling so much that you are practically rocking the pew during liturgy is funny but just not right and finally while were singing I Know That My Redeemer Lives I realized that I was singing it the whole time giving John the evil eye, as in stop it, don't make your chair go back and forth, quit pulling the fronds off, stop playing with the power cord, stop turning it on and off and please don't honk again. These are the kinds of problems that I love to have, they make my day, he has a face full of rotten and ornery and I just love it. Of course I still have the cold/allergies and feel like I just want to lay down and sleep, but of course since I want a house left later this afternoon I think I'll just sit here and type :)