Well I feel sheepish

I have cried over what I'm about to show you. With sweet laughter.

I received the following e-mail from a friend of mine who serves as an accompanist for our church. Said e-mail was written by a dear church member who will be singing a solo this Sunday. My friend put it in the category of "taking things a little far..."

Names have been changed to protect the innocent, except for including the pertinent detail that the writer's last name is actually "Lamb." Thus, the puns. All other text is completely as written.

Have fun:

Hi ______,

Looks like "ewe" are stuck with me for solo this Sunday. I'm very please that "ewe" will be accompanying me and I "wool" be looking forward to it.

Will be singing a simple John Peterson song (everything I do is simple) entitled "I Believe In Miracles."

Please let me know when it will be a good time for "ewe" to rehearse. I am semi-retired and flexible and want to meet when it's most convenient for "ewe." Will drop the music off at the Church on Wednesday.

Blessings from the "Sheep Shed"

______ Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamb

For some odd reason, I couldn't get Hot Chocolate's "You Sexy Thing" out of my head when I finished reading. I feel that someone should tell this person that song may not be an appropriate choice for our traditional worship crowd?

In addition, the above e-mail was then followed up with another gem:

Sounds good to me. I "wool" be there.

Sin "Shear" ly,

The "Wooly Bully"

It's just too much. Sinshearly. In the words of my dear friend, "We need to make Wooly Bully code for something. That is too good to let slip away."

Indeed.