planning for the foo-cher

The past couple mornings I've experienced the lovely pains of a UTI. I don't know if it was because of that, or whatever other reason, that I started humming church hymns and downloaded some of my favorites to play around the house. I even told Michael that, whenever I die, I'd like the following songs played at my funeral mass:

On Eagle's Wings

God Be With You Till We Meet Again

Be Not Afraid

Ave Maria

I guess UTIs do funny things to your head. They're good songs nonetheless.