... and if there is a God he/she has a horrible sense of humor, because it was the longest church service in my memory.
Last night as Sara and I arrived home from a night at the local Greek Fest we bumped into my old youth leader coming out of our landlords apartment, they're friends, and she made a comment to me about church in the morning followed up with a sarcastic, 'Oh, that's right, it's not Easter." Out of spite I decided I was going to go to church. (Is it worse to not go or to go out of spite?) Anyway, it was a special service celebrating the women of the church - or something - and before you know it I'm zoning out in the pew wishing I wasn't such a spiteful person.
Serves me right.
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