Politically what?

So we’re sitting in church and the whole day is pretty much tailored around this particular Biblical verse:

Matthew 25:40 I tell you solemnly, in so far as you did this to one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did it unto me.

At the end the recessional song is “Whatsoever you do.” I remember this from when I was like five, the song is pretty much like the verse, but put to music.

Only now, not any more. Now they are crooning “Whatsoever you do, to the least of my people, that you do unto me.”

It just didn’t sound right. But at the same time it gave me hope. If, after thousands of years, the church thinks it is better to say “people” instead of “brothers” so as not to offend the women that make up at least half of the congregation (but why not say “family?” What’s wrong with that?), then maybe in another thousand years or two they will admit that perhaps homosexuality isn’t so bad. I ain’t holding my breath.

That’s unpossible!

It showed all the signs of a date night. My wife e-mailed me this afternoon. Would I like dinner? And then the tantalizing hook – “I shaved my legs.” Oh my I just about, ahem, climaxed right then. But I’m a realist. It was only 4:00 in the afternoon. Things happen.

We get the kids, we feed them dinner. So far so good. We went to the store – she bought wine. Even better.

The plan was to drop the kids off at a gymnastics place – four hours for $8 and they really love it. Not a bad deal. Unfortunately, a standing deal we have is they have to listen to us, and on our way there we had to stop at the store.

My son ran out in front of a moving car in the parking lot, while I was saying not to. Totally unacceptable, so I called off gymnastics.

So now, the baby is in bed, mom and the boys are watching “Ella Enchanted,” and I’m writing a blog entry (and naming my penis, heh). And they say romance is dead!

I’ll never stay awake to the end of the movie, and we have soccer first thing in the morning.

‘night, y’all.