Miss Patty from Miss Patty's School of Dance was at the stake center. Her pal Kirk was in my single's ward the other day and he was instructed to speak on the parallels of Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice" and the gospel.
I went lingerie shopping with a high school friend I haven't seen in months.
Andrea started dating Chris and my boyfriend's brother fell in love with her. Amidst the love triangle, we were solving a murder mystery with a glowing interactive digital map from Kohler's grocery store.
I moved back to Tennessee as part of a polygamous relationship with a married friend of mine and then started dating other people to get out of it. My friend isn't so sweet when she feels her "first wife" status is being threatened.
There was something about speaking in a public place and in front of a crush I had in college.
Is it any wonder that even with a solid eight hours of sleep I'm still tired? It's not exactly like I'm getting rest.
At least I'm not dreaming about blind midgets hitting me with a hockey stick. That could leave a mark.