The quieter side of me

This is day 2 in my throat's assault on my poor worn out body. I have so much that I have usually said by this time in the week, but I can't. There's nothing that comes out other than (on a good moment) raspy nasty-ness. And that's only if I feel like responding to you. So I stayed at home today and watched Soaps, right? Far from it. I still went to work. What was I thinking? I mean I never answer the phone or deal with customers all day when I'm at work. Psshh. I mean I can always handle a few "I heard this song and it sounds like every other song, but it said Jesus in the chorus... maybe a few times and it talked about hard times and the cover of the album is definitely blue" or "there was a book on Dobson today about parenting, could you tell me what it was?"
Or my personal petpeeved on of the day... "my daughter won't read the Bible if its cover isn't pink." WHAT? What happened to a love of God's Word no matter what it looked like? Now I can understand translation preferences, but I don't like people buying a Bible because of the way it looks. Or attending a certain church because of the way it looks. Or hanging out with certain people because of the way it looks. You get my drift. Its the inside that matters anyway. Pooh.
Ok done. Glad I couldn't say that to the customer this afternoon otherwise I wouldn't have a job for tomorrow. :-/

Moldy Peaches

Here is the church and here is the steeple. We sure are cute for two ugly people.
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else... but you.

It doesn't get any better than that... well... unless you listen to the rest of the song.

Someday I'll come up with something as good as that... maybe even better.

You rock like a new pair of shoes

That's a new one. Yes a new one, but I like it. Surprisingly I got that from a guy. :-) Not surprising that I'd get a compliment from a guy, but surprising that rockness would be compared to new shoes... as in a great thing.