Sinful Sunday

Grilled jalepenos, stuffed with jack and chihuahua cheese (no, Breezy, not dog cheese). I hollowed out the seeds and such, so they aren't too spicy.

1. I've updated on my Sexy Saturday below.

2. I need to go workout, but am really not wanting to. <---update: I did. Then went and had a naughty breakfast. I don't think the inclusion of spinach made the bacon any better for me. Sigh. Wait! Cod made bacon healthy. Phew. 3. I need to do some Hail Mary's before I go today. I'm not used to Sunday church. I wonder how it will be different from Saturday church with Bravie.

Update on Sinful Sunday:
Yeesh, that was already a few days ago. I went to Bravie's to embark on our Sunday adventure. I was there about five minutes early, so I think she made me ring her doorbell three times and wait. *glares* Or maybe she's just old and didn't hear it. I mean, that household is practically ready for AARP to start stalking. Anyway, they made me do some preparatory peeing, because apparently, the church we were going to only had port a potties. We went to the BART (where apparently I made them late *rolls eyes) and then had a really touching moment. I think it was pivitol in the Bravie-Weltek relationship. I had to break it to her that cheese curds were really cheddar cheese (which she told me she hated...I still loved her anyway), and white ones are the same as yellow (it's just coloring). She cried a little. There comes a time every kid needs to know there's not a Santa Claus.

After the BART, we hit the MUNI, where Michelle proceeded to grab my aras. <----proof that later events were so totally started by her. We finally made it to church! For some reason, the church was located at the Castro Street Fair . I was happy to see they were serving Miller milk, so we had a few while searching for the church. Yay Milwaukee! The beer-beeyotch-nekkid-hairy-man (wearing only a bar apron) was quite friendly. He was a Bear (all the servers were), IYKWIM.

After that, I began to suspect Bravie was trying to lead me into temptation. I'm not sure if it was the kissing booth or the fifth glass of milk, but something told me there wasn't going to be church. As we walked, I learned a lot of things. I can't write about them here, as I'd get some strange blog hits, but mostly they involved sex, drugs and rock n' roll. Hoodlums. This seemed no place for fancy girls.

Lo and behold, about an hour into our search, we came upon not one, but TWO churches! They had such pretty rainbow flags. <---I said FLAGS. Nevermind that man taking his shirt off over at Bravie's blog. He was just giving it to some needy man that didn't have a shirt. This church was generous like that.

Bravie, Michelle and their friend V won the hands of God (well, had they won two more, they could've made a hand from those fingerlike things). We all won some oragami (you know what God says about idle hands), too. <---I don't lie.

Bravie won me a glass and Michelle a skull, but I forgot my glass at her house. :-(

Bravie also yelled at some man for me. I'd love to tell the story, but then I'd have to explain why I was laughing so hard. <---I had to swear not to tell. She preached to him of tolerance and brotherhood, just as God would've wanted. <------you won't find the words she used in the dictionary under "tolerance" and "brotherhood," so don't bother looking.

After a beautiful day enjoying all God's creation, we went back home. They indulged me with some Chinese food because I don't have very good Chinese here in Madison. Bravie again had to yell at some woman because our food took over an hour to get there. <---I might be exaggerating here.

I then took Bravie back to my hotel room for a bit before returning her back home. The end.