Drat. Would you just believe it. At exactly 12:45pm today, right in the middle of a glorious moment of grandstanding, a malevolent Maya bird out on a Top Gun mission decided to drop a missile directly onto the top of my head...and. did. not. miss. It happened on church grounds right after my praise & worship training session. I was talking to a churchmate and fellow trainee about my vast knowledge of vocal technique (which I would happily share with her, of course!) when plop!...it was bombs away over Hiroshima all over again.

Ok, GOD--You can stop laughing now. I can take a hint.