Sunday morning...

So this morning, Victoria gets ready to walk out the door for church... and apparently she had decided, in addition to her blue gingham dress, that she needed: her Bible, stamps on her hands & arms, red plastic sunglasses, and the red faux-snakeskin purse and wallet (that she absconded with from the donate pile a couple months ago). She was a sight to be seen. I'm regretful now that I did not take pictures, but I was having "getting ready" issues of my own: (in addition to the too much time spent making blueberry pancakes that stuck to the pan) I spent more than 20 minutes tugging, moaning, cursing (silently), & crying over the stupid medical compression hose that cost $40. YES $40. For all that misery. I'm still wearing them and other wretched undergarments, and this varicose-veined, almost 26-week pregnant lady's emotions are directly tied to the severe lack of comfort that I am feeling right now.

Hindsight: I find it interesting and wonderful that part of the sermon this morning was on linking your emotions and thoughts to God.

Also newsworthy: I made yet another successful batch of cookies WITHOUT burning them. Luke was ecstatic.