Ok, I am sorry that Michael Jackson is dead. Mainly because I didn't have to hear about him 24/7 before he died.
Do we have to talk everything to death?
Will we be subjected to a 24-hour Billy Mays commercial marathon?
Sunday went well. I had difficulty writing a sermon so I did what I normally don't like to do: I preached off the cuff. It actually went well!
OMG! Ruth Madoff had to give up her limo to take the subway. AND I AM SUPPOSED TO FEEL SORRY FOR HER?
Oh well, gotta go to work. NOT TAKING A LIMO.