Y'all would be much better off reading and understanding the Book of the Revelation of Jesus Christ.
Then you wouldn't sweat the small stuff.
Isn't that the book where, after that whole debacle in the Middle East, he moved in with his brother Bryan somewhere along the Riviera in France, eventually moved into his own condo after scraping together some bread from his part-time gig as a carpenter, and shacked up with the cleaning lady?
Yup, you're screwed.
dude just called and asked if he can borrow a cup of water.
sure I got some water he can have. In related news while opening a bottle of wine last night, I banged the bottom on the counter. Put a crack in it and had to toss it.