Last night, Brian asked me if I wanted to get up early and go for a motorcycle ride with him before church. Let’s put it this way–the only day I’ve ever voluntarily gotten up early was the morning we bought Ripley (my Doberman). So, my answer was ‘No’. Then he was like, “What if we skipped church and went for a ride instead?” I was agreeable to that because Brian never lets me skip church. I’d hate to miss out on that opportunity. Plus, riding motorcycles is fun–just not at 8am. (The only thing that is fun to do at 8am is buy a puppy.) He then went on to say that he’d get up and go to early service and then we’d go for a ride after that. Right. Needless to say, he didn’t get up early, but we did go for a ride this morning. I guess you could say he’s now worshipping at the altar of Harley-Davidson. In the name of Harley, Davidson, and Ghost Flames. Amen.