Good Friday

It is not "happy" Friday, but it is "good."
Daisy decided to experiment with eating horse crap yesterday.
I closed the office today.
Yesterday, George gave me a money order for rent with the tens and ones spots reversed. So instead of 97, it said 79. He came by tonight with twenty bucks to cover the eighteen he still owed.
My mom tells me that Kirsten is already planning her wedding. I guess this does make some sense though they aren't planning on getting married until they graduate (in two more years). I just feel weird about it. To me Kirsten is still fourteen like she was when I was a senior in high school and still at home.
Kirsten is dating an Oompa Loompa or just a really short guy who tries to compensate for his vertical deficiency by working out all the time. Sadly, Kirsten believes that all this working out has made her man stronger than her own brother. She just doesn't understand that no matter how strong he is, at his height it is anatomically impossible for him to be as strong as I am. I am tempted to crush him, just so Kirsten can find a boyfriend who shows fewer teeth when he smiles.
I guess Kirsten has big ideas for her wedding. In fact it sounds like just renting a place for the reception might cost more than our entire wedding combined.
This is a shout out to Jana. She is sick right now. Even though she is an evil communist, I would like you all to pray that she gets better.
I need to replace the bulb in our right brake lamp. I have the bulbs. I just keep forgetting.
There was a come-and-go communion service at the church tonight. In total, six people came to take communion.
Today I walked through the hallway just after Katie had passed by, and I was again astounded by how the scent of cigarette smoke can hang in the air.
Random people still visit this blog. The problem is I am not sure how some of them are finding it, so I don't know what to say about them. And I am too lazy tonight to try to create something out of thin air.