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Lovely Day

Started this morning with a call from my beautiful friend Laura in Vancouver. She makes me miss BC, although I am incredibly joyful to be here in Toronto.

After we hung up, this song popped into my head.

I borrowed this album from my friend Meredith in 2004 and never returned it.
That's right, Kirk Franklin. I still listen to your classic gospel hits.

But the first version of this song that I ever learned was by Out of Eden, the Christian response to Destiny's Child. I had this album on cassette, and would rewind over and over to hear this song. I think gospel music is the main reason that I wish I were black. (am I allowed to admit that?)



Solidifying the greatness of today, I had this conversation as I handled towels to our overnight guest...

"What is this?"
"A washcloth?"
"What's a washcloth? Like, what do you do with it?"
"You use it to wash your body?"
"Wow! White people! I feel so cultured!"

Can't wait for Vanessa and Jesskah to come over. Today is going to be FANTASTIC. I have decreed it.

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  1. I LOVE Kirk Franklin. And can I echo your reason for wishing you were black? Gospel music is the greatest.

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  2. OUT OF EDEN!!! YES! Remember when Joy rapped! Oh man. I gotta haul out that CD when I get home, for real.

    This may come as a shock to you (I know it did me), but... some people don't use washcloths. Weird, right? Some people also don't sleep with top sheets.

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  3. Thank you for including me in this blog post! Believe me, our conversation was the best way ever to begin a day. As for washcloths I never use one unless it's to wash someone else. HA!

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