Today was a day of firsts.
Yvonne and I went to the Prophecy Conference at Harvest.
Let me just say this, when Satan is trying to distract you, he will do absolutely anything. And when he runs out of ideas, he'll even use the lame ones—like the scent of putrid milk and the largest buttcrack ever. You're pathetic, Satan. Really.
Today was the first day I was able to breathe amidst a putrid scent without throwing up. Be proud.
Then, Yvonne got a tan. Not a first for me, but a first nonetheless. I know, I know. You're skeptical and need proof. Here.
This prophecy conference was bomb.com. Seriously. I took like five pages of crazy notes! I think you all should keep an eye out for the archives. Dr. Tim LaHaye (one of my favorite people on the planet) was one of the speakers.
...aaaaaaand, I got to meet him! Another first! Wooohooo!!
When Yvonne and I got home, we made pizza. Now, I know this is a post of firsts, so here's the qualifier. It was homemade great white. And even better than BJ's. And I ate a whole half (whole half—that is why I am not a math major) by myself! Yummyyyyy!
2 Responses to “ A Post of Firsts. ”
I'm sorry I love the whole blog but I just have to help some of our (yes our) not so savy readers out!
pu·trid
1. in a state of foul decay or decomposition, as animal or vegetable matter; rotten.
2. of, pertaining to, or attended by putrefaction.
3. having the odor of decaying flesh.
4. thoroughly corrupt, depraved, or evil.
5. of very low quality; rotten.
Yes...it REALLY was THAT bad!
Oh and STOP laughing at my arm!!! lol!