Wishful Thinking
3:50 p.m. - 2002-09-22


So I am sitting in church, and it is beastly hot today, as usual, and the church AC has not kicked in. I accordian fold my program and commence fanning myself. Grandpa says as how he is hot, and Grandma points out that I am hot too, having noticed my fanning. I tell her that I am always hot, and to ask me again in ten years, maybe I will not be hot by then. Then she asks me, "Are you sure you are not pregnant?"

Actually, my brain is so stunned, I can't think of anything else to write.