- We made between $17 and $18K at our church fair! (And the final total will be even higher, most likely, as we sold some more stuff this morning.)
- Mimosa sang "Firework" with her youth choir (their disgusting teen-chosen name is "Vowel MUUvement." The runner up: "Minstrel Cycle") and engaged in some snappy choreography and lit up the whole stage. And this is not bias talking: I closely examined every other performer before coming to the completely fact-based conclusion that she was 100 percent the best.
- Husband concluded his first stint as a Worship Associate and was as eloquent and well-spoken as ever. I collected compliments on his fine work all morning long and carried them like a bouquet. Yes, when I first asked him out in 1991, I think I knew this day would come, so it is more than appropriate to compliment me on my astute choice of man.
p.s. You may notice a distinct lack of weight loss news. I will simply tell you this: There is a pecan pie in my kitchen . . . and pecan pie is my Kryptonite, man.
Even Superman couldn't resist.
I am just a girl.
A weak, human girl.
What can I do?
And it is really, really, seriously good pie.
That's all I'm sayin'.