When I call Scott's apartment (which, incidentally, I have programmed into my cell phone as "Scott - work" because I refuse to think of it as his home) and I get his voicemail, it sounds like he says, "Hello, this is God, I can't come to the phone and blahblahblah," instead of, "Hello, this is Scott, and so on and so forth." That amuses me.

And if I actually did get an audible answer to prayer, I imagine there wouldn't be such a twang. :-)

And now, I'm off to do some tutoring.