I'm Worth a Million in Prizes

The mortgage went through!

We'll have a house in 60 days, according to the contractor!

Weeerd.

I went to the Protestant service this morning to hear the ever-amazing Jennifer Walters do her thing. I waved to people during the Pass the Peace because in addition to my own sick, I'm probably carrying Holly's cooties too.

I think I want to be her when I grow up.

This afternoon ecarr has asked me to "be her" and "talk to the priest, etc." I'm really not sure what that means, moreover, I'm certain I'm not qualified. I'll be there early anyway because she asked me to, and hopefully a few friendly faces will show up. I'll croak through the music, because as long as I have any voice I sing. Afterwards I'll come home for dinner and do homework and talk to my mom.

I'm holding some of Holly's possessions hostage until she comes and seduces me picks them up.

I like Sundays. Minus, of course, the mad rush to finish everything I ignored on Friday and Saturday.