I woke Marv to see if he was up to going to church. He said, "No," and went back to sleep for another two hours. When he woke up he told me about his dream: Paris Hilton and her 11-year-old brother were living with us, and had been all summer. He decided we needed to take them somewhere, so he found the Red streetcar (from his boyhood) and we all got in and traveled to Los Angeles, where we looked for tickets to go on to the Grand Canyon. None were available, so we stayed and played in California!
He said it was a good dream! A visit with Paris Hilton is always worth skipping church for.