  It is a lazy Sunday. It is a rainy Sunday. I'm sick of rain. I'm sick of caterpillars, which, by the way, are everywhere ! I can't even walk over to church without stepping on a few. Gross. My mom and sister are at my cousin's graduation, so it's just me and my dad, which is fun. He's sleeping right now. His usual Sunday afternoon nap. After a first-class sermon such as today's (and ever other Sunday's) who can blame him? My dad is the best pastor to walk the earth. 
