That’s right — the future bride has taken up residence in our very office.

Well, she’s not actually living here but she’ll be running things for me every Tuesday and Thursday morning this semester. This is fantastic news for all of us as HELLO, MY NAME IS AMY BETH AND SOMETIMES I GET STRESSED AT THE AMOUNT OF WORK TO DO AND DID I MENTION I HAVE A SECOND JOB BECAUSE STARLITE, IT DOES NOT PAY BACK THE STUDENT LOANS.

Katie, she does not get stressed and use all caps. Opposites attract, I guess.

For those of you who are new to the blog, Katie has been my roommate for the past year before new Roomie got here (Katie was already planning to live with some other girls, so it isn’t like I kicked her to the curb).

(Although it would be fun to kick her.)

(Trust me, she’d kick right back. Girlfriend may look sweet, but she can be VICIOUS.)

Anyway, sometime this summer, Katie gave me a ring on ye olde cellular device and said “So, when am I taking over Starlite?”

You think I joke. I do not.

You see, ever since Katie got involved with Starlite, she’s had one singular obsession: her quest to take over our wee little ministry. I’ll come in the office only to find Katie in my desk chair with her feet propped up on my desk saying “I have total control now.” This has, I’m sorry to report, happened more than once.

In years past I may have been concerned about this, but? Now? Sure, she can take it over. As long as she takes all of it over. The bills. The donation requests. The distribution of processed nacho cheese to hundreds of little mouths.

She should last about a week with us, give or take. At which time she will remember that? Hello? She has a wedding to plan after a certain question was asked while walking along the beach:

I would make a good flower girl, no?