“If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.” I have to be honest and say I’m a pretty loud gong right now. There’s a layer of nasty yellow crud–possibly cooking oil–caked at the bottom of my Ninja Turtle cup and it’s been sitting there overnight. I’m trying to get it out without having to use a sponge or stick my fingers down there, and my thoughts are far from loving right now.

(Wordpress tells you when someone else has linked your blog to theirs, and apparently, this website has my previous post on their site…)