My sister's truck exploded Sunday during Church.

I am not making this up.

Well, okay, maybe I'm making a LITTLE bit of it up. The truck didn't actually explode, but it did catch fire, burst into massive flames, and melt the entire aluminum engine into the pavement of the Baxter Springs High School Parking Lot, which is where our church currently meets until we finish our own building north of Baxter Springs.

A little kid noticed it was aflame and called 911. Good thing the truck wasn't parked near anything else. That could have been bad.


In other news, Audrey was awake nearly ALL night. She wasn't crying or being overly fussy, she just has her nights and days completely turned around. She is asleep all night and awake all day. I took the 8 to 10 shift before I finally had enough. Natalie took over after that since I had to get up for work and she is still on maternity leave. Little girl was still awake, despite the fact that Natalie normally nearly gets her to sleep automatically every single time within a few minutes. Normally when I hold her of an evening time, in her mind it automatically means "PLAYTIME."

So I told her the first story in a multi-part series called "Jedidiah Fletcher: Indian Killer." Very un-PC, but still good because he is the Indian killer who doesn't actually kill Indians. He is their friend, and his name in Cherokee means "Flying Buzzard" because of his non-handsome looks and his immense size. Last night's adventure was called "Jedidiah Fletcher and the Silver Canyon." I made it up on the spot, and if I must say, it was pretty doggone good.

I get the inspiration for these stories because they are the tales that my dad used to tell us kids on long trips to make us shut up. My favorite story by my dad though was "The Chicken With the Shiny Hiney." It was about a little chicken who got his rear stuck in a feather plucker and ran all over the place with a shiney hiney.

Hey, when you're 7, you'll laugh at anything.

I love my dad.