Well, I'm pooped. But driving to Nashville and back in one day was so very worth it to see Andrew Peterson's Christmas show. It was beautiful. Behold the Lamb of God (the TRUE tall tale of the coming of Christ) is without a doubt my favorite album ever. (Maybe one of these days I'll finish the list of my favorite music, etc. that was passed on to me by Gaines...) It will probably remain my favorite album, too, because I only get to listen during Christmas time, so I can't get quite as burned out on it. I hate putting it away in January, but it makes it that much more fun the next November.
It's a darn shame that I managed to spoil the fun on the way home by being an absolute GRUMP (God Bless the people who put up with me and my moods!)... but things are better now that I've had (a little) sleep, my butt is no longer numb from being squooshed in the car, and I've apologized to all concerned.
I've been inspired by Allison to post my Christmas list. I think hers is more practical, though. Oh, well.
All I want for Christmas is:
The ejection of Athens, GA into space
A win at the Emerald Bowl
Your mom
Nice cats that don't attack for no good reason
well-behaved hair
Your mom's face
A million dollars, in a plain briefcase (unmarked, non-sequential, no higher than $50 bills)
sleep!
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