We're Back

It appears that we survived the camping trip. Or did we?

First of all, it did rain. Of course it did. But we bought 2.5 square miles of tarps so that we couldn't get rained on no matter what. Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaa, we win! . . . Have you ever heard rain drops hitting those blue plastic tarps in the middle of the night? Again and again? Oh well, a lack of sleep will build relationships too. But God did give us some nice sunshine after we got home so we could put everything out to dry.

And,

76% of the foliage there was poison ivy. I've never reacted to poison ivy, and after this trip, I'll know if I'm truly resistant to the oil that most people are allergic to. It was everywhere. My dog ran through it and everyone petted him. Do you have a sick sense of humor? Come to church next week and see how many people are reacting.

This may give me an opportunity to preach to itching ears.

My friend Jim sent me these:

Have fun camping tonight, sorry we can't join you. Camping is intense. Think about that statement for a minute...

A guy went to a psychiatrist. "Doc," he said, "I keep having these alternating recurring dreams. First I'm a teepee, then I'm a wigwam, then I'm a teepee, and then I'm a wigwam. It's driving me crazy. What's wrong with me?" The doctor replied, "It's very simple. You're two tents."

You go Jim.