Sunday Diget

1. You know your hugging blog is a hit when your pastor names what kind of hug he gave you after he gives it to you. For the record, it was a hybrid between a side hug and a front hug.

2. I made a joke proclaiming that I'm going to preach one day...and then later I laughed and laughed and laughed, because in actuality, it would take a lot of money and a lot of alcohol to get me to preach.  Like, more tequila shots than it used to take to get me on the karaoke stage for my rendition of Shania Twain's "Any Man of Mine."

3. Someone slipped some kind of drug in my breathing space at church, because I agreed to volunteer with children in some capacity. I *obviously* was drugged, because "children" is one of those categories that I previously told myself (and lots of other people) I would never, ever, ever, ever get involved with at all, ever, period. (But it's only for the summer.)

4. I learned it takes twice as long to get from Point A to Point B the Sunday after you've gotten your first haircut in more than a year and, as a result, have lost about eight inches of hair. It's not like when regular people get a haircut, because everyone wants to know what made you decide to do it and how you feel.

5.  Second service was full, for real. I almost had to sit *right* up front to avoid crawling over, like, 52 people after the sermon had started to get to one of the available spots in the middle of an aisle. Luckily, someone had pity on me and let me sit next to him. I don't use my purse to save a spot for the second service, because I feel like an annoying jerk for doing that.

6. I almost wore a skirt...but then I wore brown baggy pants and a t-shirt with cereal and a spoon crying next to spilled milk instead. Well, I had good intentions, at least.