My Wife Can Beat Your Wife In Tetris

We’re heading back to Texas with more stuff – a lot more stuff – than we came here with.  Thank God I married well.  The woman has skillz.

Behold.

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Some families give each other plastic eggs filled with candy for Easter.  Mine does.  Becky’s, apparently, gives away four foot tall doll houses, old lawn chairs, and assorted twenty year old Christmas decorations from the storage-room-turned-work-out-facility.  Hey, nothing says Happy Easter! like a twelve to twenty hour drive across America (depending upon bladder capacity) with three kids seven and under in a minivan devoid of personal space.  I’ve always said.

Yet today I’ve chosen to fly home instead.  So I can make my gig tomorrow in Nashville (I’m talkin’ about Compassion at David Lipscomb University’s chapel service in the morning.) I know, I know.  I’m missing out.

Believe me, I’m kicking myself.  Really.  I am. Maybe next Easter I can celebrate down I-40 with the whole fam in a mobile cocoon tightly packed with a bunch of new old stuff.

Save us a dollhouse and some lawn chairs!  I can’t wait!

(To book me now for the Monday following Easter of 2009 please e-mail )