I seem to recall working our way down the martini menu one evening.

Wool blend socks are so key.

If it's any consolation, I had to endure a drunken man ranting at the front gate for an hour last night because he couldn't figure out how to work the access control pad.

On a Saturday no less. That is a crime.

It was lovely and full of grace. Funny how some of these people say they follow Jesus' teachings until they are actually reminded of what those teachings are.

"She was nasty in tone." Good grief. That was an incredibly kind, gentle call for mercy and empathy.

They're incredible. I love that their strong convictions and actions haven't wavered over the years.