Well, Smear Me with Buttercream Frosting and Call Me Dolly Madison Conversation with Hubster: Valkyrie: You know, Honey, I'll keep loving you even if you turn into a lobotomized quadruple amputee. Oh, heavens, now it's March? What the hell is happening with time in general? Am I that bogged down by the minutiae of daily life that I don't see that it's all passing by at a pace of, well, something very fast? Sheesh. Anyhoo, it's that perfect time in Arizona that we pay for with that horrific heat in August. It's very cool in the mornings, but it's sunny and gets up to 70 during the day. It's enough to make people in Chicago hate us (and I point out Chi-town because our best friends moved there right before 10K tons of snow dumped right on their heads). Arizona has also been in the news lately because of the grand experiment in the Grand Canyon (to the tune of a couple million grand, I'm sure) to flood the Grand Canyon because of the fact that people in the 1960's didn't care (or know) too much about ecosystems and said, hey, let's just dam everything. Damn dams. Also, there are people out there who are taking advantage of the housing slump and empty houses to strip all the copper and other useful and recyclable metals out of air conditioners to resell. Yikes. And it's not just empty houses � I read in the paper that the air conditioning units of a church were scavenged for their copper. I mean, c'mon people, don't steal from a church! That's just low! In my own church news, I have been asked again to set up the Easter Vigil reception for all the new candidates and catacumens and their friends. Yippeee! I get to buy a lot of cake! And I guess I'll buy some fruit too, and I'm not sure what to do about punch. Last time I bought a couple of cases of that sparkling grape juice and everyone seemed to like that, so perhaps that's what I'll do. I also have It's all about the cake, of course.
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