Religion and food and other ramblings

So it's been a long day. Lance and Dad were going to work on the wiring again today, so daidy, Mom and I planned our day otherwise. First we went to see Scary Mary Kay lady, who wasn't so scary until I saw all the bunny statues in her house. Then we came back because the window people were coming by.

Okay, the window people were idiots. The guy was standing there blathering about their triple-pane windows with a special gas in between the panes, and finally, I decided this guy needed a challenge, so I asked him what this special gas was a composite of. After a brief but stunned silence, I got told it was a composite of argon, krypton, and something else that escapes me at the moment. Now, I'm betting that the levels of argon and krypton in this special composite are really low, and that this third one has a half-life that's almost nonexistent, so their "special gas" is a moot point, but whatever. It wasn't until later that I decided I DEFINITELY wasn't buying anything from him, because I stepped closer to see what he was writing on his pad, and I caught the scent of whiskey.

Yup, not buying anything from them. Thank you for playing.

Then we decided to order pizza for lunch. We ordered pepperoni, they delivered cheese. This merited inspection, so we looked at the labels on the box to see if they specified pepperoni or cheese, and on both labels was the following phrase...

"Your pizza experience was managed by Christ."

Wherein someone observes, "Cool, we got Jesus pizza!" Laughter ensues.

But it's spawned some pretty deep religious conversations.