Today I learned that the hostess, anxiously preparing the Easter feast, is never happy to discover that a guest is dissecting the tulip centerpiece and snapping pictures:
I don't go to church, and I'm not a Jesus freak. But I do believe God is filming our lives [or keeping records in some other fashion], so I want notes of my own to consult when God stops the tape, points to something I am doing on the TV screen, and asks, "Just what were you thinking here, Sparky?"