OK, but church is only 1 hour a week so I'll have to do something else, too.
It will be Mimi's, where all come who need mothering. Shoes tied, hair products bought, guitar picks replaced, leather skirts swapped for a smaller size, homemeade cinnamon rolls before church and a fabulous pot roast dinner with homemade apple pie after church (must be present at church to attend the dinner

), bible study on Tuesday, patching and mending services, and aspirin/icepacks administered for hangovers, coupled with an assurance that heaven is not closed to those who drink too much.
of course, beautiful, lilting flute melodies for those roomies who decided to settle down and tie the knot.
beauty shop in the back for makeovers. men or women, no discrimination.
and don't forget that I'll be standing next to dokk, with a go to Jello look on my face, ready with the sarcastic slapdown to any MCPs. those daring to pull Glen Campbells with their roomies or others will be forced to endure a good old fashioned Texas Throwdown, complete with an open can of whoop ash. And yes, Virginia, God is a feminist.
Deano, define alluring outfit that I must wear to church. there is no dress code in heaven. so I'm free to choose.

I own a leather skirt (in a smaller size--thanks dokk), Carlos Santana stilletto sandals and fishnets. lowcut tops is not my strong suit so I'll have to improvise there.
