OK, we've already missed three days of reading the BOM. While driving home from school I said to my homies, "We're really messing things up. We can't even keep our ONE resolution in tact. Our one resolution!" One of them piped-up, "We'll make it all up tonight!" I'm just sick about the possibility of us not completing the BOM.
That sick feeling may also stem from the fact that I said an inappropriate phrase at my stake meeting earlier today. The women were a bit shocked, and I've been harping on myself about it all day. I keep thinking, "Why did you have to say it? Couldn't you have just said, 'We can't use that song because it has bad words?'" "But, no! You had to pollute the minds of such sweet sisters. Who, other than a professional waxer or anatomy teacher, ever says such filth? And how did you even know those words were in that song, huh? You're a perve to your core, and now all those ladies know it."
I think they'll release me this Sunday. Pray for me.