Lounging for the Lord
It’s Sunday and somewhere there is a pastor molesting a young parishioner – why? I do not honestly know. But today, this Sunday while Atlanta squirms from the latest revelation that the high almighty preacherman * who has denounced homosexuality, protested against same sex marriages, and decried men to let out their wild side and women to submit has BEEN CAUGHT HAVING SEX WITH YOUNG BOYS. Excuse me? Yeah, you hear right, once again the one who smelt it dealt it.
But I digress, today instead of attending some church or synagogue where values are proscribed but seldom followed, we stayed home and made eggs and toast (Tin ate four scrambled eggs, one half pancake, a bowl of yogurt, a bowl of applesauce and one piece of toast (that he shared a quarter of with Loca) and our neighbor came over and read him Jack and the Beanstalk.
Behold the bayou, the LaLa, our Sunday place of worship.
[*note our friend Shane speaking in this clip]