My sweet, poor, sexy hunk of a hubby is a little down these days. Seems that because I’ve got more friends on Facebook and more followers on the Twitter than he does that he is in a bit of a tizzy. It’s tough being me, y’all. I mean, I’m a good friend. What can I say? It doesn’t matter that the hubby has talents, too. I mean, they aren’t as fabulous as my spreadsheet making abilities, but they are, well, they’re okay. Take, por ejemplo, the fact that he can hear a song and play it on the guitar AND piano BY EAR while singing along. He’s led worship in front of hundreds of people. He’s spoken to thousands of people at LifeChurch.tv. He’s leading six of our campuses because he is such a gifted leader. And still. And still he’s sad because his very sweet and encouraging wife has more friends on Facebook and followers on the Twitter. Now. Because I’m so sweet and encouraging and oftentimes sacrificial for the sake of my man, I’d like for alla y’all to help the poor child out. I’d like for you to follow him and be his friend. For the sake of his pee pickin’ little heart, you understand. Go now. Follow. Befriend. Chris on Facebook. Chris on the Twitter. Wipe the tears, Honey. You’ll surpass me in no time.