Salaam and good morning, friends! I write to you this morning from the lap of luxury. Our pastor and his wife have had to make a sudden trip to the States because their son's citizenship has come up, so they're going to swear him in as a real 'Merican. Meanwhile, Joel and I are babysitting their rather opulant house. I'm up early, partially because we got into the habit at Greg and Alyson's, and partially because it seems like such a waste to be sleeping in this house (even if it is in a decadent four-poster bed) when I could be sitting in the massage chair or working out in the gym or swimming in the pool. Or trolling the wireless internet.
We're only here for a handful of days, but for now it's fun being Lady of the Manor (and taking care of our pastor's hilariously bi-polar dog, Banana).
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go eat some of the giant bag of exotic fruits I bought yesterday for THREE DOLLARS!!
2 comments:
I didn't know helping the destitute could be so luxurious. Get home and bake me a pie.
PS - i find sometimes when I'm writing hilarious things on people's walls i read them to myself in your voice. Odd.
PSS - I went to the gym the other day and TOMB STONE was on the tv and I knew it was a sign that I should be at the gym and watching that movie.
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