Sunday, December 10, 2017

Sounds Of Sunday

The Double B and I talked in sacrament meeting today. Here is my talk, pretty closely transcribed, for all interested parties:

I'm happy to be here today, because I love church. Especially sacrament meeting, I'm a fan. I hope the Spirit will be here to help you hear the things that you need to hear today. I had a little incidence this week where I was given a small act of service that actually meant a lot to me. After 14 years of motherhood, I have a little appointment fatigue with all my kids different appointments. KJ had one this week and I just didn't want to do it, so I said to the Double B "How about we play a little game: if you do this for me, I'll do this for you." And he said to me "How about I just do it for you!" So he kindly went to the appointment while I took care of things at home, but I was feeling a little guilty when it was taking a long time and he said he would just run and pick up the girls from school. But when I expressed my concern KJ texted back "Don't worry, Mom, Dad says he's got this in the bag!" I loved that so much. Not just that I'm connected to someone who says things like "I've got it in the bag," which is very cute, but because I'm connected to someone who goes out of their way to do small things for me that end up making a big difference.

I'll be basing a lot of my comments off of a talk from last conference called "The Needs Before Us" by Sister Bonnie L. Oscarson, Young Women General President. It's such a great message.

She said “I believe that most members consider service to be at the heart of their covenants and discipleship. But I also think that sometimes it’s easy to miss some of the greatest opportunities to serve others because we are distracted or because we are looking for ambitious ways to change the world and we don’t see that some of the most significant needs we can meet are within our own families, among our friends, in our wards, and in our communities. We are touched when we see the suffering and great needs of those halfway around the world, but we may fail to see there is a person who needs our friendship sitting right next to us in class.”

Did you see the 1st presidency 'thank you' message last month?  After so many natural disasters In the world recently, in September the donations to the humanitarian fund were four times their monthly average. How wonderful! How amazing! How neccessary. I know how generous the members of the church are, so I'm sure this was a huge amount of extra money for the church to use to do good. It moved mountains. And that is so awesome.

I am learning that not every hour calls for moving a mountain on the grand scale, some are much more personal then that. I believe that as we work with the Lord in service we don’t so much need grand gestures as much as we need personal connection. Sitting by someone, encouraging their comments, saying in word and in deed that “I’m here, however you need me.” Sharing our very best impulses with our own small community and especially for our family in our own home.

I have been on the receiving end of many amazing acts of service, both big and small. I feel like I am still learning, still a student of the gospel that is trying to figuring out how to apply the doctrine in my own life. I am often a slow learner, but I want so much to be that person that truly lives this principle. I have been the thankful recipient of others truly living what they believe.

Sister Oscarson said “Ask your Heavenly Father to show you those around you who need your help and to inspire you on how to best serve them. Remember that the Savior most often ministered to one person at a time.”

I would like to share a personal experience on allowing the Spirit to help you show up at the right moment to bless someone else’s life. There was a time in the Double B and I's life that was basically like growth concentrate. The Lord wanted us to grow and stretch and we were streeeetched. It was basically two and a half years of 'so hard'. We were trying so hard and it was so hard. We were living across the country, and work was truly miserable for the Double B. It was so incredibly stressful for him. He was working 60-70 hours a week minimum and when he was home he was asleep, because he had to sleep sometime. I  was far away from my family and support system and had three small children and a husband that was not doing well. I felt so very alone. And then someone served me in a most meaningful way. This is what I wrote in my personal record:

"This morning I realized that yesterday my prayers were answered. I sent an SOS, and the Lord responded. He is so subtle, too -- asking us to be sensitive enough to recognize His hand in all things -- otherwise, we miss it.
It's not a big deal, really, in the grand scheme of things. But to me it is. It's a big deal.

 "I testify that the tender mercies of the Lord are real and that they do not occur randomly or merely by coincidence. Often, the Lord's timing of His tender mercies helps us to both discern and acknowledge them." -- David A. Bednar

(Here I briefly explain the difficulties I felt trying to keep my husband and children afloat for such a long period of time)
It begins to seem so endless, and you begin to feel so powerless. It's like I could feel my strength seeping out of me. I didn't know how to have the strength to do my part anymore. To be strong enough to hold up him and our family and carry on in our responsibilities.
I would go to my Father in Heaven in prayer and try to explain the situation. I asked for strength to not become discouraged myself. I asked for help for the Double B, to carry him through this time, to work miracles in his behalf. And to help me have an understanding heart.
A few days ago the feeling just came so strong that I needed to talk to my Dad. That my Dad would know what to say to me, would have the advice I need, and would know how to help me get through and do what I need to do. I tried to call but he was working, so I just sent a text to tell him I love him and went to bed.
Yesterday morning I woke up so discouraged and headachy. I just didn't see any sunshine, and snapped at the kids all morning as they were getting ready for school. Poor things.
I was thinking about my Dad and wanting to talk to him, but with the time difference, I didn't dare call yet in case I woke him up.
I dropped them of and headed home. And I just kept thinking about my Dad, knowing that he could help me feel better. And on the way home, my cell phone rings. It’s My Dad's ringtone. I quickly grabbed the phone like "DAD?!?!" I was so happy to hear his voice! I told him how much I was thinking about him and wanting to talk to him, and he said I'd just been on his mind all night and morning and he knew he needed to call me!
I know that the Spirit is the one that influenced my Dad to think of me and call me.
We had a great talk. We counseled together, and I sniff, sniff, sniffed through the conversation. He gave me the wise words I needed, the confidence I needed, the encouragement I needed, and soothed me with the powerful assurance that he and my Mom are praying for our little family.
Parents are simply the best thing out there.
After we hung up, I felt still. I felt so comforted! I felt that it would be no problem for me to continue to lift and strengthen my husband and my family. I felt at peace, knowing that my earthly Father and my HEAVENLY Father are thinking of me.
And here's what is funny.
I felt better for the rest of the day. I feel better today. It was like the feelings of desperation just melted away.
Pretty big answer to prayer.
Sometimes our prayers are simply answered through another person.
So yes -- kind of a small thing on the planetary scale. But yet another powerful witness in my life that somehow, someway, I don't know how He does it but He does, DEFINITELY, I am a daughter of God and HE. LOVES. ME. The fact that He takes the time to let me know that sometimes in a most special, individual way -- humbles me to my very soul, and makes me eternally grateful. What a merciful being that brought me into this life.
So thanks, Heavenly Father.
And thanks, Dad."

I know that the Spirit can guide us in knowing how to reach out and serve those around us.

 Spencer W. Kimball said "God does notice us, and he watches over us. But it is usually through another person that he meets our needs. Therefore, it is vital that we serve each other."

I’ve noticed a theme in The Book of Mormon. I’m going to call it the “Service Without Hesitation” theme. All of my Book of Mormon heroes do it, and I have always noticed and admired their obedience, but this week I noticed that their obedience was always following the prompting to go and serve. Nephi going back to get the brass plates so he could save a whole nation, Abinadi going back to preach to the people of wicked King Noah -- wanting desperately to save them if he could. Alma the Younger returning to the people of Ammonihah, even though they really didn’t deserve it in any way. Nephi the son of Helaman, having a really wild experience with a mob of angry people and suddenly being left standing all on his own. He went to head home and the Lord told him to turn around and go and do good, and gave him the power to do so, and HE DID. He didn’t even go home first. I might have gone home just to grab a bag, but not Nephi. These are just a few of many examples. It’s a reoccuring theme. It’s following the first prompting, is what it is. It's following the first prompting. Basically it’s what President Monson has spent his whole ministry trying to teach us. To go and to serve, and to do it today.

President James E. Faust said: “Serving others can begin at almost any age. … It need not be on a grand scale, and it is noblest within the family.”

When Benson was born, Olivia was seven years old. Her bedroom was upstairs by his, and ours was downstairs. Every morning he would wake up hungry, and she would wake up early to go and get her baby brother, playing with him and taking care of him as long as she could, hoping to help her poor sleep-deprived Mom get a little more sleep. This gift of selfless service has left an imprint on my heart. It was such a sweet act of service, un-prompted by any grown up, by such a young human. It was her, a child, acting on the good impulses that were within her.

“Do you children realize how much it means to your parents and family members when you look for ways to serve at home? For those in your teen years, strengthening and serving your family members should be among your top priorities as you look for ways to change the world. Showing kindness and concern for your siblings and parents helps create an atmosphere of unity and invites the Spirit into the home. Changing the world begins with strengthening your own family.
My young friends, I can guarantee that there will always be someone at every Church meeting you attend who is lonely, who is going through challenges and needs a friend, or who feels like he or she doesn’t belong. You have something important to contribute to every meeting or activity, and the Lord desires for you to look around at your peers and then minister as He would.” (Sister Oscarson)

Of course, the Savior is the Master Teacher. He teachers a parable that has always been one of my favorite, and that I have thought of often in my life. He says:
4 What man of you, having an hundred sheep, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it?
5 And when he hath found it, he layeth it on his shoulders, rejoicing.
6 And when he cometh home, he calleth together his friends and neighbours, saying unto them, Rejoice with me; for I have found my sheep which was lost. (Luke 15:4-6)
There have been so many times when I was the one, when I have felt like that lost sheep that so desperately needed to be saved. I think we have all sometimes felt that way.

“It is true that we attend our weekly Church meetings to participate in ordinances, learn doctrine, and be inspired, but another very important reason for attending is that, as a ward family and as disciples of the Savior Jesus Christ, we watch out for one another, encourage one another, and find ways to serve and strengthen each other. We are not just receivers and takers of what is offered at church; we are needed to be givers and suppliers. instead of picking up your phone to see what your friends are doing, stop, look around, and ask yourself, “Who needs me today?” You may be the key to reaching out and touching the life of a peer or to giving encouragement to a friend who is quietly struggling. Pray for help in recognizing those in your ward families who need love and encouragement. Instead of attending church with the question of “What am I going to get out of this meeting?” ask, “Who needs me today? What do I have to contribute?” (Sister Oscarson)

I love our ward. I think there is a wonderful feeling here. I'm not always so great at reaching out, but I want to be. I so want to be that person that notices. The person that sees what can't be seen, and knows what can't be known. I hope we will all reach outside of ourselves and make sure all feel at home here in our ward family.

I have a dear friend named Bev. When we moved to Kansas City, she came and sat down on our bench before the meeting even started our first week at church. She introduced herself and offered to help my children find their classes, and said that she was glad we were there. And right after the meeting, she was there. Every day after school while we were waiting for our kids to be let out, she would say hello and chat, even though I wasn't super warm and reciprocating -- because I was afraid. But it didn't take long for us to bond and become very close, true friends. I told her some time later that she was the answer to so many prayers. She said that I was the answer to many of her prayers -- that she had been praying for a friend.
She reached out for me with persistence from that very first week, and in doing so, answered both of our prayers. Now, even though we live far apart and we don't talk often because life is busy, I still feel so connected to her. I know she is my friend forever.

In the Doctrine and Covenants the Lord says "Wherefore, be not weary in well doing, for ye are laying the foundation of a great work. And out of small things proceedeth that which is great." (64:33)

Christmas encourages the generosity that is within each of us. I believe that is the Spirit, guiding us to be a little more like Him. It is our appreciation of the Savior, our love for Him, that causes us to act on those promptings.
"Your deeds are your monument."
I know the Savior lives. More then I want anything else, I want to be just a little bit more like Him. I love Him with all of my heart. I know He lives.
In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Friday, December 8, 2017

Free Write

Today I asked the Double B when we were going to come up with our millionaire idea so he could quit and I could stare at him every day.
He said we already had the idea, and that was for me to write.
He wants me to write, write, write. He thinks that I am a good writer. He likes to listen to me read old entries from my blog, which is kind of fun, because he never really had much interest and was pretty much just glad I was making a history so that he didn't have to. But now he likes to listen to the old stories. I think that's nice. He says it's not just the stories, it's the way I tell them that entertains him.
(Small pause: I just had to tell Katelyn to pick up the dried glue she'd peeled off her hand from off of my new couch. That's weird. I am not crazy about it. Really.)
So he thinks I should write because he finds me unusual yet entertaining and thinks people would like to read it. I told him that I don't know what to write. Growing up, I thought I'd be a novelist, but I'm not -- I don't have those kinds of stories. But I observe a lot, and I ponder a lot. He thinks I should write my memoirs. I am not even sure how I would do that or who would read them. But he STILL thinks I should write. Either way, I need to write more, because I do like this particular form of free therapy. So tonight, I write my stream of consciousness, just to please us both -- even though he is asleep and won't know. I'll know. And you'll know, if you're reading this. Prepare yourselves, I'm about to become a millionaire. And you all get a cut!
I think my great-great grandchildren might end up knowing more about me then any one person should. Granny B loves you, you fuzzy chickens. But still, I write, even if they'll know all the grey details between the black and white. At least I haven't taken up a life of crime (yet). Hopefully they'll realize that if that crazy old lady could do it, well then they can, too.
(Side note: Benson just said very clearly "Is this one mine? Can I have it? Thank you, Mom!" Proof that he's learning to speak the English. Now "I found it, Mommy! I can not believe it!!!" He really reminds me a lot of how Katelyn was with his speaking: sometimes you think he's got it and sometimes he's speaking Klingon. And look at Katelyn now. She's practically ready to ascend to the presidency.)

In Closing, Free Marie Thoughts, or; Marie Thoughts For Absolutely No Charge:

1.) The Bott's just dropped off a Christmas treat. Our second of the year! Proof that we have a place here. Hurray!
2.) I actually googled if I should use "grey" or "gray". Google said both are correct, and then gave me an interesting history. But after a couple of paragraphs I stopped caring, so I didn't finish.
3.) We have to speak in church on Sunday. I have yet to come up with a hilarious joke to start with. I'll let you know.
4.) This is what I posted on Facebook last night: "A few weeks ago we bought a new couch. So far my children have doused it in a bucket of water, smooshed gum into it, spilled a chocolate shake on it, drawn a rainbow of colors all over the center section in crayon, and tonight it was barfed on. Honestly, I didn't even blink. At this point I feel like the couch has become a symbol for parents everywhere. So I got the child a bowl and patted the couch gently as I scrubbed it clean. Solidarity, couch. Solidarity." We sure do love our comfy couch, though, even if it is abused. I yelled the first couple of incidents, but after that, it seemed pointless.
5.) The Spirit let me know that I need to just plan on things working out, trust the process as a great one, and especially to start looking forward to life again. I didn't realize that I'd STOPPED looking forward to things, but sure enough, as soon as that was pointed out to me, I realized my mistake. It was kind of like, well, if I sit and worry about all of the bad stuff that could happen, nothing can catch me by surprise! Meanwhile; life was over here being awesome, and I'm missing a lot of the joy of it. I have forgotten to look forward to all the wonderful things in front of me and even way in front of me! I'm going to work on that. I'm thankful for the Holy Ghost, because he is a very patient teacher with our little friend Marie! I am a little slow on the uptake, but I'm telling you, I caaaaan be taught!
6.) That's pretty much it.
I wrote. Pat on the back. Goodnight!

Sunday, December 3, 2017

November In Pictures

Katelyn received a letter in the mail from Grandma! She was so excited and the letter is with her "save" papers.
The girls had the day off for parent teacher conference! It was great until Mom had to watch Grey AND his three brothers. Then it was a little crazy, and Tween Livi had to go seek refuge in Mom's room for the day. I couldn't blame her! Both girls are doing amazingly well at school. They are smart and kind and wonderful.
Thing One and Thing Two.
KJ turned 14! I can hardly believe my luck to have this wonderful guy in our lives.
Benson thinks KJ is his personal climbing gym. And KJ almost always just let's him do his thing. What a kind brother!
Time Out For Women! Our favorite weekend. We had a ball and Trina and I laughed so hard. During one talk the speaker put up a washed out picture of a pioneer baby and I leaned over and said "Don't take this the wrong way, but that baby kind of looks like Lord Voldemort." Trina turned to me and said in her sweetest voice "I could NEVER take that the wrong way." I laughed for about a month about that one! I so love the wonderful women in my family.
Liv got really into building houses of cards and has amazing patience and resilience with it!
First dental check up for Benny! He was so cool with it all that I was amazed! And looked so darn cute.
Headed up to spend Thanksgiving week in Utah, since there was no school. Kate is a grandma's girl and loves those snuggles!
These two have such a bond. She has always taken such amazing care of him and he loves her so much in return.
KJ and I went up to Cedar City to meet the youth and tour the new Cedar City temple. Then we all went down to the St George temple to do baptisms for the dead. It was a great day -- to be with my boy, and with the youth.
Best good friends. And an apple.
Had lots of fun time with the cousins. That's our dear friend Shawna appreciating our "Super Cat." You might have thought he was Batman, but you would be wrong. Benny and Will had lots of fun playing together. Cute little guys!
Thanksgiving was so delicious!  Daddy made it up for a couple days. When Benson saw I was taking a picture, he had to hurry and pull up his foot so we could all admire his owie. He got it driving the wiggle car from the top of grandma's hill like a maniac. He loved every second doing that (even made it  down while drinking a can of diet coke once!) and he is really good at it, but it sure scares his mother!
Yum yum yum. Not to brag or anything, but our family can put on a meal!
Black Friday shopping was such a blast this year, and we really, seriously did shop until we dropped! This is Trina wedged into the back seat on the way home, not an inch to spare!
Grandma and Grandpa got the kids their first gingerbread house and oh boy, they loved it.
Even Benson decorated! He made one of the gingerbread men, which Liv pretty accurately nicknamed "zombie cookie." Kate made the other, and all three worked together really well on the roof.
Liv wants to go into business making hot pads, Grandma Sugar so kindly taught her how it is done. 
After a super busy, fun week, we came home and crashed. So fun to go and so nice to be home with Daddy and our own beds and a little routine again. 
We had our annual Christmas Kick-Off Family Home Evening. The kids really love this tradition and especially loved their Christmas PJ's this year. It was a great way to start our holiday season.
Lots of fun and lots of busy, and now --  on to December!

Tuesday, November 14, 2017


Today is a down day. Yesterday was a down day, but today the tide is strong. That is what it feels like inside my mind, when sadness comes to crush me -- that I am standing to my ankles in the water at the edge of the ocean, and a giant wave comes and knocks me over. I am injured, and wet, and the water is trying to drag me back into the ocean, even as I claw for solid earth and safety. I think that is okay to recognize the force of the ocean while not wanting to stay there. If my clothes get wet and my hands get muddy, that is okay. I was blessed this year to be taught and understand that no feeling is actually bad, I was meant to experience them all. So I try to let go of resistance and anger, while still recognizing that I have swam in that ocean and I'd rather not do it again, and I need to keep pulling up to the beach. Honestly, my kids will be okay if Mom wasn't on her A-game today. I may be on the couch in the other room but I'm not in my bed asleep. My husband will be okay if he's not priority one today. He's 37 and has taken care of himself pretty well up to this point. Tomorrow will be better. I can trust. I will keep working and processing and not give in to the pull of the tide, and soon my clothes won't be so heavy and the sun will dry me.

Sunday, November 5, 2017

We Had Hotdogs For Lunch

I wish this picture wasn't blurry, but it's still HILARIOUS! Liv loves to make dinner and especially baked potatoes because she can do that one on her own. Last night she set up the table for a "romantic dinner" for Daddy and I, but tragically, Daddy slept right through it (typical). This was not tragic for Benson! He stabbed his fork through Dad's potato and went for it! Funny guy.
Today was a regional conference broadcast for church, and it was great. Especially since two of my favorite speakers spoke -- Sister Neill F. Marriott of the YW general presidency ("Yielding Our Hearts To God" October 2015 General Conference) and Elder J. Devn Cornish of the Seventy ("Am I Good Enough? Will I Make It?" October 2016 General Conference). Elder Cornish also came to our Stake Conference last year and he is the bomb. Elder Taniela B. Wakolo of the Seventy and Elder D. Todd Christofferson of the Quorum of the Twelve also spoke and were awesome. It was a great meeting. We sat in the RS room so our bums could have squishy chairs, because my bum is getting old and just can't take long periods in hard chairs anymore! I care about you, aging bum.

A few thoughts I had while listening that I want to remember: 
1) To think of my trials and tribulations as Learning and Experience and my weaknesses as Growth Opportunities. That's a great shift in focus, right?
2) I really, really want to become a person like the Good Samaritan. That's who I want to be.
3) To serve out of love instead of out of obligation.
4) We should follow President Monson's example of always giving 100% in our lives. Our 100% percent will be different in different seasons, but just give your 100% for right now and feel good that you are upright before the Lord.
5) Elder Christofferson gave a great tip. He said that as President Monson struggles with his health and is essentially a "silent prophet," the best way we can honor him and his prophetic calling is to study what he has taught in the past. I loved that idea and it really made sense to me.

Finished up three old half-written posts today, so I'm feeling pretty accomplished. I'm easily pleased, it seems.

In conclusion, and before I go lay Benson down for his nap (which I should have done before laying down myself, but I forgot), I finished season 2 of the show Stranger Things last week, and it was great. Then I saw this meme this week, and I got such a chuckle out of it, because I looooved The Babysitters Club as a kid. It appealed to both child and adult Marie. Awesome.
And I realize this is pop culture and it WILL NOT TRANSLATE to my great-great-grandchildren. That's okay. Just know Great Granny B found it funny and wanted to share it with her friends.
The End.

Friday, November 3, 2017

Battle Benson

I jinxed myself. I said Battle Benson was waining, and here I am in the middle of the Ardennes in the Battle of the Bulge (a little WWII analogy, in honor of the Double B and his WWII encyclopedic brain). The Battle rages! But I said it was almost over, so I have no one to blame but myself. He is a tiny terrorist this week. And I brought it on myself... me and my overconfidence. Silly Marie.
Sister McKeon, my 11th grade seminary teacher, would remind me that there is no power in superstition so I am not to blame here. Where are you, Sister McKeon? You were so nice. I hope you're doing awesome. And I am wondering if you can help me tame my three-year-old? Get back to me if you're available!

Look at this face.
I love you, Benson. You wild maniac.

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Sunday Night Chat

It's Sunday night and the kids are in bed (not asleep, but that'll come) and the Double B is asleep, of course, and I'm just feeling lonely, as you sometimes do.
I wasn't really going to blog because I don't have much to add, but I decided you can be my friend and I'll just visit with you.
First, a documentation of sins: I get so frustrated with my kids sometimes and am not nearly as nice or patient as I should be, and then I'm frustrated with myself, then I repent, take the sacrament, and by Sunday night I'm back to crazy and it starts all over again. No one is more annoyed by this then Marie. The two main reasons I lose my cool are the mess and the fighting. I think many parents relate. Unfortunately I have a hair trigger, which I do think is related to my high-strungness, but still. No excuse. It's like logically I know messes/fighting comes with parenthood, emotionally I'm done with it. I do not think I'm the most fit parent. I don't think any organization will be giving me any awards. But honestly, I do love my kids. And I'm blessed with the most forgiving kids in the land, who hopefully will just look back fondly on their wacky Mom.
I'll try again tomorrow.
KJ found out that the honor orchestra took 8 violas and he was number 9. Sooo many kids auditioned! He is not disappointed at all by this, he is just thrilled (and so is his orchestra teacher) that he made it in the top ten. He is excited to try again next year. I'm happy with his attitude.
Olivia is working on another major book report. She always includes some artwork and I love that. The math and science middle school for smarties wants her to come there next year, but she's saying no thanks. She wants to stay with her friends and just take the accelerated classes. I'm fine with that. She is whip smart but still so social and steady. She is not a tortured artist.
Katelyn is whip smart and a little bit of a tortured artist. She has always been my angel that struggles with her confidence and in finding her place. She is so sweet and shy in public that she really struggles to communicate and I think that is a big part of her frustration at home. I would feel the same way if I could not find a way to express myself. She is so good at so many things, tonight I am thinking that maybe we need to find something that she loves that is all her own! She is so precious to me.
Benson continues to be the most hilarious, adorable, crazy guy around. He is ALMOST out of the terribles and Battle Benson is waining. He is talking like a grown up so much of the time. He is almost all the way there -- he will often rephrase what he's said to make it a more complete sentence. It's darn cute. Not too long ago he told me "I love you, Mom" for the first time after I'd told him that I love him. Those are the best milestones! He's still not interested in potty training, though he's gone about 10-12 times when he feels like it. He still loooves his blankie and loooves nursery, and his nursery leaders love him.
The Double B is good. Work is a little crazy right now and the Cubs just lost to the Dodgers in the National League championship, so that's a trial. But he keeps going like the winner he is.
I think about what I'm going to do when Benson goes to school often. I am ner-cited about that.
I went with my friend Debbie last Thursday to Zumba. I LOVE Zumba but haven't been in about seven years! I forgot how much I love to dance. And it totally kicked my bum! We're going to be Zumba partners, so I am very excited about that.
And I'm giving up Diet Coke. Sniff.
That's all for today. Love you, one and all. Thanks for talking to me. I don't feel so lonely now.