Healing the Yoni at the I-Hop
I beat myself up all day yesterday after offering to loan one of my wife's sex toys to a young, married woman I barely know. In some ways it wasn't as bad as it sounds . . . but it got worse. And who does stupid stuff like that anyway?
We returned to our local Church roots on Sunday after a long spell of mega-churching in the big city. Of course we bumped into old friends and soon found ourselves in a cozy booth at I-Hop catching up.