So I’m officially sick. Sea and So attacked me with their germs this weekend. Each of them managed to cough into my open mouth at least 5 times. I knew it was coming. Right now I can’t breathe. Heath thinks I am dramatic every time I get sick. She laughs at me. I agree with her. I am pretty girly about the whole sick thing. So I will spare you the liquid details of my sickness and just lead you to help my friend Rob decide which hairdo to use. He needs help bad. Rob is my Worship Arts assistant and he comes into work everyday looking like a cross between Jon Foreman from Switchfoot and Steve Carroll from The 40 Year Old Virgin.