Andy and I have this odd obsession with Jesus-related stories on 100 Words Or Les Nessman. When he does one, I do one right back.
Around here, a crash in the middle of the night is usually a cat or my wife.I roll over. She's still asleep. And all three cats are on the bed.
Another noise.
Great.
I pull my gun from the nightstand, flick off the safety, and walk down the hall.
I see a shadow. It moves, and I empty the clip.
A body falls.
I reach for the light switch, flip it on, and discover I've just blown away Jesus Christ.
"Maybe they'll blame Texans this time?" I grumble.
"Not a chance, Christ Killer," says my wife. "Nice grouping, though."
It never ends.