TGIF.

by chuckofish

Well, I survived my trip to three coal mines in three days. By the end, I was so worn out that I rolled up to the hotel still wearing my steel-toe boots and neon safety vest while checking in. The company’s COO said to me, in his Australian accent, “You look like a regular mina!” Thankfully, the Courtyard by Marriott in Evansville has a bar.

When I picked up Mr. Smith from the kennel, he looked like he was auditioning for the part of Harry in Harry the Dirty Dog. That is to say, he was D-I-R-T-Y. Like the dirtiest I have ever seen him. He had a good time. And he’ll get his usual Friday bath at the dog spa. Now that I think about it, Mr. Smith actually looked like he’d been at work in a coal mine.

I think iphone corrected the dirt. Seriously.

While I was driving home tonight I heard part of the JOY Couch Concert with Blessing Offor. He told a story about how he grew up in Nigeria and only listened to Christian or praise music. But when he moved to America he thought all music was Christian. He thought Bob Dylan’s “To Make You Feel My Love” was a Christian song. Funnily enough, I’ve heard people debate this at my church. I think it passes. (Even if it does make me think of the movie Hope Floats).

What do you think? And here’s a Blessing Offor song as a bonus.