Well, I’m sitting here in the airport in Charlotte, North Carolina listening to David Crowder on a Sunday morning.
I mean, he’s not here. I am listening to him on my iPod.
But how cool would it be if David Crowder hit the airport circuit on Sunday mornings?
At least on the Sunday mornings that I happen to be traveling, which is pretty much never.
I’ve been up since 6:30 a.m. Can you tell?
So, that’s it. Big Mama OUT.
I’ll be back tomorrow with thoughts from the weekend.
Deep and compelling thoughts.
Or at least a report about how new wedge heels are good in theory, but can leave blisters when you wear them for twelve hours at a time.