Jeff used to work with this guy named Bob who wanted to start a blog. Every day he'd walk home from work and think of great things to write about, but when he got home he could never get around to it. "I already thought it," he'd say later, "why blog it?"
Tonight we had a hilarious conversation about the nature of suffering, sermon writing and housework. Really, J and I were totally cracking up from how funny we were. But when I went to blog about it, it didnt, you know, translate on the written page. There was something very not funny about it once it was written down.
We already said it, I guess. Why blog it?