mmmmm fruit
I love our organist. He's this excessively gay man who stands in front of us, waving his arms and shaking his hips wildly, shouting, "altos, I need more sexy! sing like your parents aren't in the room! I said SEXIER!"
which reminds me: I shall never ever let my mother pry angst from me ever again. she hasn't been able to stop nattering at me, trying to fix problems I've already decided to move on from/ignore/have evolved beyond her knowledge. PAH
and oh yes, my father is wonderful. when talking about march break plans, he'll pipe up with, "It's okay, because if a plague breaks out, it won't be for at least another month." Then a minute later when the conversation has completely changed, he'll add, "Well, maybe by late March." (Happy birthday Richard?)
which reminds me: I shall never ever let my mother pry angst from me ever again. she hasn't been able to stop nattering at me, trying to fix problems I've already decided to move on from/ignore/have evolved beyond her knowledge. PAH
and oh yes, my father is wonderful. when talking about march break plans, he'll pipe up with, "It's okay, because if a plague breaks out, it won't be for at least another month." Then a minute later when the conversation has completely changed, he'll add, "Well, maybe by late March." (Happy birthday Richard?)