I'm reading the excerpt from the Christian chick lit book linked in that article, and I've got a question -- what's a singles pastor? Is it just the minister who happens to coordinate the singles group, or is that his actual title within the rest of the church?

And that's really why we grow hair. Or not.

StuntHusband, I'm awfully sorry about your former gent and the unhappiness he's locked himself into. I'm sure the folks at St. Gregory of Nyssa are still fretting over him -- I've been there a couple of times and have friends who married there and work there, and the entire community is just the biggest bunch of cheerfully lefty rabble-rousing LBGT-friendly social justice liberation theology happily crazy fringe radicals you'd ever want to meet.

I no longer have any idea how to classify any religious person's religiosity, and the fundamentalists and upper and lower-case c/Conservatives and e/Evangelicals in the U.S. have managed to muddle things up hopelessly. The folks of my general bent usually describe ourselves as social justice, liberation theology or sometimes Dorothy Day Christians, which I expect to our opposite numbers is like a big neon sign saying DELUDED HERETICS WHO ARE GONNA FRY IN HELL LIKE FAT LITTLE CORNISH GAME HENS, but whatever.

And, apropos of nothing else whatever, I'd feel all sad for the characters in the trashy romances I read if they couldn't ever get a little giddy with each other over a bottle of champagne. And now I really want to read the Quaker romance novel Betsy just posted about.

Cereal:

brenda's nape is very pretty, and I bet Cashmere's is too.

I think Brenda and Teppy need to have a blonde curly-off. Sans cute.

My baby got a sunburn and scratched by our cat and ate 8 olives (and that's all) for dinner and went to bed. Poor baby.

Who can write a church novel without raffles? (You can tell I live in the Land of the Lutherans.)

Put in euchre and/or bingo, and Catholic, and you got my upbringing. How do you have a wedding reception with no booze or dancing?

Euchre, euchre, euchre!!

How do you have a wedding reception with no booze or dancing?

My brother and SIL had a boozeful but no-dancing reception -- not out of any conviction of any sort (they're cheerfully agnostic and only not atheist because that implies more interest in the issue than they actually have), but just because my brother Does Not Dance. At All. Ever. It felt a little odd and incomplete to eat a nice meal, have cake and champagne, and then just get up and leave without even a little booty-shaking.

Euchre, euchre, euchre!!

t sits across from Aimee, waiting for a second pair (OF SUCKERS) to sit down with us

Anyone wanna pair up with me to take out, er, I mean on, Sean and Aimee? I loves me a good game of euchre!