It's the Thought That Counts.

Maybe you haven't noticed, but Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog is kind of a big deal at the Roth house, lately.

You've seen it right? Watch it again (you know you can't resist):



Isn't it brilliant?

Crichton will try not to laugh as he says, "I want to be an achiever, like Bad Horse." Then, I look up and say, "The Thoroughbred of Sin?" and he does some Neil Patrick Harris-esque facial twitches and says, "I mean Gandhi." And we laugh and laugh.

******

My husband gets to go to the grown up classes at church. I know! Luckeeeee. Greg told me this little story about his experience yesterday:

A quote on the board read:

It is easy enough to be friendly to one's friends. But to befriend the one who regards himself as your enemy is the quintessence of true religion. The other is mere business.

The teacher asked if anyone knew who said it. My husband's wacky brain nearly had him raising his hand to say, "Bad Horse, the Thoroughbred of Sin?" But my brilliant Greg has a little thing we like to call impulse control. (Me? Not so much.)

What do you know? The quote really is Gandhi's.

The lesson I taught was about friends, too. We made paper airplanes. I can't remember how the planes tied in, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Oh right ... transformers. Who doesn't love 4 year olds? Jesus wants me for a transformer.