The speakers in church today were incredibly boring. Even the bishopric members were sleeping. (p.s. It's called a talk, not a read.)
One of my friends told me I had cute shoes. She was right.
Tabitha made really yummy muffins that had cinnamon and bananas in them.
Adam was the one speaker in church who was not boring. He preached false doctrine convincingly and with great assurance. I love my son.
I came home during Sunday School and loaded the dishwasher because I was tired of hearing about our teacher's scouting experiences.
Still putting off the homework--but now I have a really good reason to do so. It makes Edgy love me.