I came upstairs to go to bed and our bedroom TV was blaring The 700 Club, complete with Pat Robertson telling me I could put my hand over my nose and my sinus issues would be all healed up. I’m not holding my breath on that one.
And here’s the other thing. I can’t make myself turn the channel. The remote is all the way on the other side of the… bed. But if I changed the channel, I’d miss some lady reading questions that people have written or emailed into the show and Pat Robertson answering them. Right now, they’re joking around about Elijah and seances. I clearly missed that part of the Bible.
I’m totally going to have nightmares tonight.