The other day I was sitting here at the computer and I felt something under my bare foot. Naturally, I picked it up with my toes and brought it up from under the desk to look at. At first I thought it was a Gardetto breadstick, but during the transfer from toes to hand, I realized that it was, in fact, cat puke. It was so light and crusty. I wonder when the lemur started seeking privacy to hurl. I told my mom about this and she gagged. She literally gagged and nearly hurled herself. It wasn't that gross though...not if you were there.

This past weekend I experienced my first Lutheran service. You Lutherans know how to rock! I couldn't bring myself to clap along with the band, however. I was worried that any "Catholic" that gets into a Luthean ceremony enough to clap will surely go to hell. (I don't really think that, by the way.) The reason I was basking myself in the Lutheran culture is because Darren's best friend's daughter (and now Darren's God-daughter) was being baptized. She's five months old and I swear to you she is a living, breathing cabbage patch kid. I was so tempted to check her little butt for Xavier Roberts' signature.

Also, shake it like a Polaroid picture - I COULD meet Outkast tomrorow!