~Sunday~ On my way back from the beach, I stopped for gas, and saw this sign above my pump. I’m still trying to get my head around the magical age of 27.
I mentioned on Friday that my friend Hugh and I had a discussion about how the priest at my ex-brother-in-law’s memorial service had disinvited to communion anyone who hadn’t received the sacrament of Holy Communion in the Catholic church or wasn’t a practicing Catholic.
Imagine my thoughts and feeling upon reading this story today: Communion for dogs? As Hugh so succinctly put it after I shared it with him: “I’m speechless.” Christians! Lord, save me from your followers.
At 4:15, I placed an online, carryout order of Domino’s pizza—their two medium two-topping pizzas for $5.99 each special, one with hamburger and mushrooms and the other one with pepperoni and onions, which I picked up at 4:40 on my way to Jen’s for “Glee Club.”
We enjoyed that, with which I actually drank a beer (Yuengling), while we watched three episodes of Glee: (4) Preggers, (5) The Rhodes Not Taken, and (6) Vitamin D.
I cried when Kurt came out to his (absolute hunk of a man, yet compassionate and loving—which makes him all the more dreamy) father in episode 4, which was also the episode in which the football team dances on the field to All the Single Ladies.
Kristin Chenoweth, whom I love and saw on Broadway in Wicked, made an appearance in episode 5.
Thanks, Jen, for sharing these shows with me!
Regretfully, I dropped by Flex for Karaoke. I left after two drinks. Should’ve stayed home.