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Sunday, May 9



"God will not suffer man to have the knowledge of things to come; for if he had prescience
of his prosperity he would be careless; and understanding of his adversity he would be senseless."

You are Augustine!

You love to study tough issues and don't mind it if you lose sleep over them.
Everyone loves you and wants to talk to you and hear your views, you even get things like "nice debating
with you." Yep, you are super smart, even if you are still trying to figure it all out. You're also
very honest, something people admire, even when you do stupid things.

What theologian are you?

A creation of Henderson




Well, I did it. Today, the invatitions went into the mail. Well, 98% of them anyways. I still have some people on my list who I don't have addresses for, so I have to send those ones out when I get them. And somehow, I ran out of envelopes. I have plenty of invitations, but not enough evelopes to put them in. How I managed that, I have no idea. I suppose it is a great relief to finally mail them out, but I still have a few annoying nagging doubts. Like, for instance, What if I forgot someone really important? What if I misspelled the name of my fiance's great great Aunt Themla? What if I addressed some one as a Dr, when he really is only a Mr.? How many people am I going to offend by make a stupid spelling mistake? Stupid worries, yes, I know. I know, I know. How many people would really deeply get offended if I accidently spell their name wrong, or call them Dr Smith instead of Mr Smith. Very few. Maybe the fear of forgetting some one important is valid, but I just have to hope that I got everyone that is most important.

I did forget to put something in all the evelopes: the pictures Clint and I had taken a few months ago. We went out and got our pictures taken, and bought a bunch of wallets to put in each of the invitations....and I completely forgot to cut them out and put them in. I remembered on the way BACK from the post office, way too late to do anything. Growl. I have to figure out what to do with about a hundred wallets of Clint and I, or else it will be a great waste of our parents money.

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