It's His Fault....

Art and I agreed that the best way for us to meet people would be church. 

Well, its Sunday, we picked a church and headed out. Though we've been around town this was our first time meeting people besides the grocery lady or gas attendant. 

We walked in the front door of the small church and a gasp ran through the small crowd. Well that's an exaggeration but we did have everyone's attention. 

We had a sign attached to us, 

New people...... New people....

We were met rather quickly by a nice middle aged lady named Kathy. She inquired where we had come from, and was pretty surprised to find that we had moved here from Denver.  

He next comment surprised me.  

"I always feel bad for people who come from the city to here. They don't know how hard it will be." 

Now that's what I wanted to hear. 

The people were really friendly, but in a total of one hour four others asked why we would come here from the city. 

The only answer I could come up with on such short notice was to point to Art and say

He made me do it:)

I'm going to watch the Broncos.
Go Tebow....