I feared that my Easter Sunday was going to be tainted by the sight of the entire worship band and my pastor clothed in V-neck t-shirts. Much to my surprise, not only had Jesus risen from the dead, but all the necklines had risen from the navel. It was amazing! David was the only one with a V-neck on and from where I was sitting it looked like a crewneck. It was in the moderately unacceptable range. Easter was saved.
I hope everyone had a great Easter, too.
This is Logan. I'll have you know, I was most certainly wearing a V-neck under my button up shirt.
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