Went on a date with the Pastor last night. Went to the Powder Puff football game (girls play, boys cheer) and then out for dessert.
Of course I got the chocolate cake. A "slice" was as big as my head. Notice I didn't say as big as my bottom. Of course when the chocolate cake came, that wasn't good enough. I wanted to try a bite of the Pastor's apple-crusty-caramel-whipped cream thingy. I nearly needed to be restrained as I realized I was about to dig into his dessert and he hadn't even gotten to eat the first bite. I think he said something like "eat your own dessert!" Of course I couldn't finish the chocolate cake and I brought the rest home. You must admit though, when a piece of cake is $8, you should probably try to get more than one serving out of it. Of course, the Pastor forgot his camera (again - not sure why he's no longer capturing our every moment in film) so you will just have to take my word on how giant this cake was and how pretty I looked, you know - before I gained all the weight from eating cake.
Of course I am eating the cake as I blog. It's even better the next day, cold. Of course the cake has been haunting me all day. It's gone something like this:
Me, making coffee. Thinking I sure would like to eat cake for breakfast. It's not different from a muffin, is it? Or a chocolate CAKE donut?
Then we went to church. I would tell you I wasn't paying attention to what the Pastor was saying because I was thinking about the cake, but that's not it. I was really trying to restrain and entertain the church toddler, so that everyone else in the building could hear the Pastor talk. But had I not been in charge of the entire nursery (one toddler) I probably would have thought about cake instead of listening to the Pastor.
I do know he preached on Genesis 1.
Now, if I only knew what that's about.