  Lisa tells me I need a blog, and proceeds to set me up. I believe I will start my own personal rant-fest with the email excerpt that prompted her to Make It So. My husband Phillip sells cars for a living. Last week, I came with him while he delivered a truck to a customer in Cheyenne. There was this Orthodox church on the northbound side of I-25 (around Ft. Collins or so). It had a blue Hershey's-kiss shaped spire and a gold one, with appropriate crosses, but the building itself was a little cottagey thing, sort of corrugated-looking, with a bright blue roof. I questioned the potential sacrilege of converting an IHOP into a church, and hilarity ensued. Top 5 related comments: 5. I'd ask you if you wanted sausage or ham with your host, but we're orthodox, so you don't get either one 4. Phillip miming the administering of the host as if it were a pancake whose ends needed to be poked into the faithful's stretching maw 3.
Short stack of buttermilk salvation 2. The boysenberry blood of Christ 1. Rooty tooty fresh and fruity sacrament Interestingly, on the southbound side of the highway not too far away was a rest stop I could swear was a gay tea room. Lots of pretty boys cruising around alone in their expensive SUV's... 
