Marge: You'll never get a husband if you keep being so sarcastic.
Lisa: All right. No husband.
As a sign of the reality of the new economy, the local Weinerschnitzel has finally removed their infamous 3 for $3.33 promotion (a chili cheese dog, chili cheese burger and chili cheese fries). Now it's 2 for $3. Is nothing sacred anymore?
(I've been forced to update my shout outs to reflect this unfortunate turn of events. Sorry Steve.)
I've been in a bit of a mood lately to reminisce on things from my childhood and suddenly I remembered all of the cool candy that we had as kids that don't seem to be around anymore. Candy cigarette, anyone? What candy do you miss that you can't find anymore?
Well, it's happened. The Apocalypse. The End of Days. The earth will at any moment reverse it's orbit around the sun.
I've been called to be the Relief Society President of my ward. Gah! It only took nearly 2 months from the time our old RS President moved away for the Bishop to finally get me put in place. I don't know what the h*** I'm doing. I'm making it up as I go along.
Lots of sleepless nights already and wondering how I'm going to be up to the challenge of being in ward with 84 active families and 500 inactive ones. Dad has given me some great advice already but the two I'm clinging to are: 1) Delegate - EVERYTHING you possibly can, and 2) Be sure to make time for yourself on a regular basis.
Remind me again of the perks of being President?
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