American Idol last night... sheesh. Way to desecrate Beatle's songs. It's too bad, because they were great at Beatle's songs last week. That whole "too much of a good thing" dynamic, I guess. Ah well, Jason Castro is still dreamy in that whole Partridge/Brady kinda way.

Anyways. Last night the worship team Richy is on practiced in the basement. It was loud. And after a while, it was something of an unrestrained blues jam... I was not surprised. Tonight we are hosting the small group again, as the hosts are still sick. It is pretty fun now that we are having people over more regularly, although it is forcing the cleaning issue... luckily this is a tiny little house with beautiful floors, so I can make it look good pretty easily.

Nada mucho to say. Obama's campaign appears to be imploding under the weight of his pastor's racist remarks. That's the thing about politics.. it can turn on a dime. So will this help McCain? It already is. Fascinating stuff.

And now to make some snacky snack for the group... brownies and some salty something, methinks.