I know you've all been waiting breathless with anticipation for this post, since SUNDAY was just the other day, and I have a new haircut, AND I have mastered my new haircut. So... just to fill you all in...

I left church on Sunday with the mortifying realization that my every movement, thought and word was in someway influenced by Bo because I'm a PSYCHO and that's just how I operate.

Here are some of the low points I sunk to on Sunday.

I got up to get a drink THREE times during our sunday school class so he could get a good FREAKING look at me as I passed him on the way out.

I sat on the far far right of the chapel to make sure he would be the one passing the sacrament to me and when he did, I kept my head down because I felt so stupid, but tried to make my hand look as graceful and attractive as possible as I took the tray.

I walked the LONG WAY around the church building so I could walk right behind him to the parking lot.

I passed the attendance roll the backwards instead of to the right just so he could get a better look at me.

Maybe next week I'll move away from the whole passive aggressive flirting thing, as fun as it's been, and actually TALK TO HIM.

(or possibly I will start cooking mushroom dumplings or waiting in blizzards. you never know.)