Busted By the Preacher’s Wife

Dear Janet Denison,

I can’t remember anyone ever leaving me speechless, in a positive way, until I read your comment this evening. Everything you said was right on.

What a relief that my membership is still in tact because I was already checking on becoming a Catholic and found out it takes an entire year. And I thought my time spent at First Baptist Academy and having my children enrolled at the PCBC Day School as well as my decade of membership at PCBC, and my lifelong Baptist status might be in jeopardy becuase of my Harry Potter outburst. It’s just that I really like those books and wanted to hang on to that. Since I don’t do drugs or smoke or anything I thought I could get a pass on the wizardry stuff. Phew, I’m glad your son at least read the first two.

But for the record, I should get a few points back. In September of last year I wrote this about your husband, and it was pretty nice. And then in February I took care of the unknowns concering the PCBC clock tower. And I did a rockin’ piece on Don Duren, the PCBC Recreations Minister a couple of years ago.

And, just in case you were, there’s really no need to get worked up over this because if you think really, really hard about it, it was nearly an ad for your husband. See, I wanted to hear him sooooo bad that I wrote about my despair in missing many words spoken that morning.

But the real meaning we can all take from this is, Janet Denison is an Overheardian, whooda thunk it.