Just Call Me Miss Mary Lou Joe Jean

I started writing a post last Sunday while I was at my parent's house hanging out with some friends, playing Uno and watching V for Vendetta. I never finished it and I'm probably not going to finish this one just because it's close to the end of the day and I am tired. Being tired right now is not really an option though because, well there's still 2.5 more hours until the end of the day, but more importantly, CAMA kids starts tonight.

CAMA Kids: Christian And Missionary Alliance Kids: A sort of VBS, but held the first Friday night of every month during the winter instead of every morning for a week. I, being the Good Smaritan unable-to-say-no person that I am, will be teaching the third grade class. The third grade, mostly boy class. Joy. The theme for this year is a mix between County Fair/Down on the Farm. I'm totally borrowing one of my mom's square dancing outfits for this one. I'm gonna tell my kids to call me Miss Mary Lou Joe Jean. Don't get me started. Don't even get me started. You may laugh, but that's what ya gotta do to keep those dang kids entertained. So, on that note, this is Miss Mary Lou Joe Jean signing out.

Story on Persistant Jamaican Cooks Who Can't Take No For An Answer coming up.