it is so good, i cannot not eat it. my tongue may be raw from all that saccharine but my heart is full. and my blood sugar soaring.
on a completely different note, the following conversation may or may not have taken place within the last twenty-four hours.
mother: "you should come with us to hear "insert-current-favorite-returned-missionary-here" speak on sunday."
me: "i have church."
mother: "no. this ward meets at eleven."
me: "i have my meeting."
mother: "you can skip it."
me *sensing another purpose afoot*: "what?"
*prolonged silence*
me: "mom!?"
mother: "well, you never know who you might meet....."
me *flabbergasted - yes, flabbergasted*: "AHEM. WHAT?"
mother: "you never know."
*prolonged laughter on my part*
mother: "i am just saying!!"
me *a soft whinny of laughter escapes my mouth as i collapse on the floor in a heap*
twenty four hours later. snorts and guffaws still come out at the mention of "sunday morning". and for no apparent reason, i am inserting the following picture:
