What’s the best way to be ripped from tranquil slumber?
Hearing your grandma curse at the top of her lungs from the next room.
“S&*%$!!!! . . . oh @#$!”
[BANG! BANG! BANG!]
“Help us, Jesus–Oh, S%$#!”
I fly from the 2nd bedroom in a half-asleep stupor to see what’s wrong.
Did she fall? Is she OK?
“Gam!” I shout, “What’s wrong?!”
She’s fine. Curled over her kitchen-desk in curlers and kerchief, staring through a giant magnifying glass at a little book.
“ARG!! Jenny, I skipped a whole chapter in Andy Stanley’s Bible study. And now I have to start all over. Oh well.”