Grief.

I’m quite a sinner. Or in other words, I do my best to disobey God.

The thing is, I like to keep him on his toes. What happens is he tells me what’s best for me, and then I do the exact opposite. Oh!, it’s just the funniest thing…it’s, it’s like Lucy and Ricky, yelling “you got some splainin’ to do,” as he shakes his fist at me. He’s really good at that Ricky impression, although I don’t know how much he’d like to be known for it. It’s a kind of spur of the moment thing anyway — you can’t really ask him to do it, sometimes he just does.

The funniest thing he does is forgive me when I’m sorry.