Yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Mom Judy -- that's my mother outlaw as I like to call her -- and I took the three munchkins across the state line to the Oklahoma Aquarium on Sunday. With temperatures creeping toward 100 and the humidity at unbearable, it was a great day for some indoor, air conditioned entertainment. Aside from some minor squabbling fist fighting and eyeball clawing in the back seat on the way home, I think a good time was had by all.