My dad was looking for some cookies the other day in their kitchen. There were none. So he did what any normal person would do, he walked over to the screen door where his faithful dog lay and said to him, "I bet this is what hell is like."
When he told me the story we laughed and I told him it was just one more reason not to go to hell...no cookies. Dad thought that would be a great weekly blog. Reasons to not go to hell, you know, like no cookies, no ice cold sweet tea, and its wicked hot.
I actually thought about it too...I could come up with a lot of reasons. It could be humorous. Or enlightening. Or some sort of weird tribute to my dad.