Coming Attractions:
|| Josef Pieper, Leisure: The Basis of Culture
|| John C. Maxwell, Failing Forward
Two words: Boogy. Man.
Anyway, guys, I'm trying to reach you because the number I have for Nathan is wrong. I probably wrote it down wrong- so please call me and tell me the correct one so I can keep trying to reach him!
Shannon,
If you'd like to send me some fan mail, that's okay! Is there some reason I shouldn't post my address on the internet?
Tsk, tsk, posting your address on the internet!!
Well, at first, of course we were terrified. We knew what could happen if heretical theology came round. Would we have the strength to resist its temptations? Would we be able to stand when so many others have fallen? We knew we were vulnerable. So what did we do? We called Heresy Busters. They scanned for heresy floating around near our new residence, and they scanned our home itself inside and out. Anything they found they immediately obliterated. They scanned us personally, as well, and thankfully, found no signs of heresy. Just to be safe, however, they immunized us to prevent any but the remotest chance of future heresy. So feel free to come over anytime. You'll find the residence at 509 to be a haven of unheresyness.
[Seriously? No. But thanks for asking.]
Holy crow, you live on Auburn Avenue?! Aren't you afraid of symbiotic, biosophilial relationships with heretical theology?!
Ah, I see. Duh. (You mean your brother's last name isn't Wilson?!) Sorry the other night didn't work out; I wasn't feeling well and had to watch the kids, so I couldn't have gotten together anyway. We'll have to do something soon.