I have found a new religion.


I now worship Lorie, as she is the driver of the car of God.


And she wrote this particularly good haiku on the subject:



Twisted hand of fate

The car cannot drive itself

Make way for duckling



She is both prophet and philosophist.


She is now known as Mahatma Lorie.


I bow to thee.


Out of the mouth of Lorie:


"Josh just came in and told me if he didn't poop before he showered, he just might poop in the shower.

I feel somewhat less godly now."


And thus Josh begat poop. And so it was good.



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