So, ok. A group of us went to Aglow last night, a supposedly "Spirit-filled" women's meeting...only guys were invited this night. It was Pastor, Mrs. Pastor, my friend/mentor, Kimmie and me all in Pastors van. Hmm....what a combination. Lots of laughs there and back. At one point, Pastor was sharing how one of my emails had messed his computer up, don't know why -these computers here at the library are so protected from stuff, but anyway, he said that he thought it was one of the squirrel stories I had sent him [I write short stories with a squirrel in them just for his amusement]. So, conversation goes on, but I'm sitting here having a picture of my next squirrel story...one in which the squirrel gets in the house and messes up the computer. So I start giggling and my friend/mentor looks at me...so I tell her what I was thinking about...which sets her to laughing...and then I said, "I'm not right" And Pastor, overhearing, laughs and says "That's the first step to recovery." It was a lot of fun.
And on the way home, I realized that I really like my Pastor's laugh. It's a deep sound, that you can tell he means cuz it sounds like it's coming from his belly. I don't know...there's something comforting in that sound. Maybe that's why I like to make him laugh...hence the squirrel stories.
Ok - Time for bus run.