(Sort of) Going to Church Together

Even though I had been sitting there for 30 minutes, it didn't hit me until just before stake conference started this morning that Jamesson would be attending the same conference.

Of course you know what came next - the tears.

I've been so pre-occupied with you-know-who that often I hear just some or even part of the announcements in Sacramento meeting, which must have been the case last week when they probably mentioned that today would be a regional stake conference broadcast.

So Jamesson and I got to hear the same talks and sing the same songs at the same time.

But little does he know that Bailey ripped one during the opening prayer.

I Need a Fix

Often I turn to chocolate.

Others turn to pharmaceuticals.

Some people drink themselves into oblivion.

The list of vices is long.

I've discovered a combination, maybe The Perfect Combination, that keeps me from losing my mind.

My magic-in-a-drive-thru: Kneader's 1/2 of a turkey sandwich, side of chicken noodle soup, and (not one but) two chocolate chip cookies. Without a bi-weekly (if not weekly) trip, I would never be able to retract my claws and function.