This is bad, even for me. For those who don’t get the reference…

And while we’re on the subject of the Bee Gees…

O.k., now I’ll get out. After this…

I’d love to own a horse someday. Especially one that despises political polls as much as I do. 🙂

The speaker’s cabin just got flamingoed here at camp meeting. I’m feeling the love! 🙂

Ice cream is a nightly treat here at camp meeting. I’ll be sure to scan the room tonight to see who’s getting a brain freeze and who isn’t. 🙂 Enjoy your weekend!

I’ll be out of town for the next 17 days speaking at two more camp meetings. (Prayers appreciated for the Holy Spirit’s anointing and the Great Physician’s preservation of my voice! Thanks!) Wi-Fi is always spotty at these places, so I will post when I am able. Until then, love, hugs, and blessings to all!

Gotta love the offbeat humor of Monty Python and the Holy Grail. According to ancestry.com, I was born 17 percent Italian, all of which seems to be concentrated in my taste buds. The rest of me is general-issue English stock, more or less, which probably explains my recurring anglophilia. Surely there are some ka-niggits in my family tree. Some of them may have even said, “Ni!” 🙂

Relatedly…

So, maybe it’s just a day to get loud. 🙂 To that end, here’s some Skillet…

I’m guessing the 8-track would be a great aunt or uncle. 🙂

Does this constitute potty humor? 🙂