Dear Lynn. I think of you all the time, and especially now. Here is some laughter medicine. Mardi

"Dear Lord" the pastor began,with arms extended and a rapt look on his upturned face,"without you we are but dust..."
He would have continued, but at that moment one very observant little girl, listening carefully, leaned to her mother and asked quitely in her loud little girl voice,
"Mommy,what is butt dust??"
Church was pretty much over at that point...