Scarves and Twill Pants

Sunday was an interesting day at church. Before I go into it, let me give a public service message:

Folks, PLEASE don't put dead animals/meat in or on people's vehicles or around their place of residence. It's not funny, it smells, and you could risk giving your beloved friend food poisoning or worse. There are better ways to have fun than to do that to your friends. Thanks!

(this public service announcement bought to you by Random Acts of Randomness)

Okay, done. I think I found some clothes I want to buy at Wal-Mart. Twill pants.

KIDDING! I did find some khakis I want to buy, though. As well as some tops. Misti and Mel G. are gonna take me shopping in a couple of weeks or so, but I suspect I am on my own for the Wal-Mart stuff, seeing as some people see Wal-Mart as purgatory.

In other news, we played Trivial Pursuit DVD last night. I actually knew the answer to two of the questions. (Once it didn't matter though...it was the other team's question.) Brian Mays kept quacking at me, though.

I finally found a name for my pink scarf, though. It is: Sir Heather Omarosa Contessa Donaldina Leona Dorothy. (I think I may have left out a few names.) They had named Booker's scarf Ducky, and Mel G's scarf Ivana, so I figured my scarf needed a name.