I leave you for the weekend with a choice of two entertainments:
First, on, The Grownups Wanted Us Dead:
When we were in Yakima, Caryl bought me a pair of HASH jeans. I was 17 years old and had never owned a pair of blue jeans, and even in my wildest dreams would never have thought I might own a designer pair. She also bought me this cute little striped t-shirt that clung like skin, a pair of chunky platform high-heels, and then she gave me the “Farrah Fawcett” hair-cut. It was like being transformed into a movie star. I looked good and I knew it.
And second, on Matthew 28:19:
You could just be sitting somewhere, minding your own business, when out of the blue your life changes drastically. You see it coming, try to stop it, but that [snap] fast, it’s out of your control.