Oh dear. Apparently my proxy godmotherhood is causing heated debate between friend and her pastor (priest? Crap. I don't know this stuff. Good thing I'm the
proxy)
regarding eligibility criteria.
I have a feeling she may need to find a new proxy. Which...well, that'd be too bad for me, but I was asked and that's all that counts.
We had PB&J for lunch which was okish.
Wow. Suddenly PB&J with a big glass of milk sounds like the best thing EVER.
t /extremely suggestible
There were issues surrounding my godmotherhood-not so much with the preacherman, but with our friends-because of my athiesim.
F,C or M: jam, jelly, marmalade.
F-jelly
C-marmalade
M-jam
F,C or M: jam, jelly, marmalade.
Wow, how bored are you?
FTR:
F-marmalade
C-jelly
M-jam
F-jam, C-marmalade, M-jelly.
F- Marmalade, because it is yummy and kinda forbidden and tart
C-jelly-- because it is too smooth and slick
M- Jam, because it is sweet yummy goodness
Weekend: Well, the painter's coming at EIGHT AM tomorrow, so I foresee a lot of sulking in my weekend.
Wow, how bored are you?
Heh. Not bored, just wondering.
I'm actually trying to find a plumber since Owen flushed Davy Jones down the loo this morning.
I need to put these guys on speed dial. I'm torn because Owen's now fully potty trained--two weeks in underwear, with only two accidents. So he has to have full access to the toilets, but he still has a tendancy to flush toys. It's really fucking annoying.