Tonight, we ordered out. Pan Asian goodness. We sat on the back porch and listened to vintage Larry Norman. Such good stuff. Being married to a Jesus hippie has benefits. Yeah, I may have discovered Larry Norman on my own, but I'm glad my Tom introduced me to him. And since we only have Larry on vinyl, it's time to load up the iPod. Tom is working on the playlist. Right now. He's holed up in the spare bedroom, and I hear music playing. Loudly. I don't think I will see my husband again before bedtime, and I don't blame him a bit.
Music. Love it. Love. It.
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