I love Jesus, but I curse a little.... Okay, y'all guys, that's a damn lie. I curse a LOT, like, ALL THE WORDS . I say them. Probably at least a few times a day, just ask my friend Rachael who can hear every breath I take over our shared wall in our gallery offices. I do love Jesus, that part is true. On Saturdays and Sundays, I curse even more, and I say "Jesus!" Sometimes, I am asking him to intervene. For instance, when the Razorbacks were down 21-zip, Stephen and I were sitting in Chili's getting our pregame on before the Texas Tech kickoff and after checking the Razorback score, I said, "Jesus". In my heart I was begging him to get into those Hogs and help 'em out. I mean, seriously, y'all guys, I thought it was bad then! And you know what else? I heart me some Gus Malzahn. I am on the Gus Bus, every game, rooting for Auburn except when they bend my Razorbacks over and spank the hell out of 'em! Shit. Sometimes, I am praising him...
Britt's Blatherings