This morning, as I snuggled up next to my husband…wait, that’s not right. I mean we aren’t actually married yet. So I guess some would say we are living in sin. My partner, Glen, says that we don’t live in sin enough. So every now and then, when we are feeling extra frisky, we drive to the city. We then cruise around the seedy streets. Then when we see a hungry person lying on the sidewalk asking for help, we totally ignore them. And then to be really sinful, we laugh as we head over to a Starbucks. We take the money we could have used to feed the poor, and instead we indulge ourselves with grande soy mocha lattes and low-fat, sugar-free blueberry muffins. What a wicked lifestyle we lead.