Daily Peek: Gonna be in trouble if the pastor sees this.
And now, the transcript of this morning’s church bulletin discussion between myself and one of my college girlies, Honour:
Me: “Which of their outfits do you like best? Rank them, please: brown shirt guy, pink shirt guy or blue shirt guy?”
Honour: “1 – brown; 2 – blue, if you took off the Quiksilver part and 3 – pink.”
Me: “I really like the pink shirt guy best but I had this odd urge to hug the brown shirt guy during P & W. I resisted, however.”
Honour: “I think you should. Question: why do we always cut up in church when we sit together?”
Me: “Because we’re immature girls in our early twenties? I mean, I love Jesus, but I like boys in cute shirts, too.”
Honour: “Well, I like my men rugged, with scruffy beards. Basically men who look like they’re homeless but aren’t.”
Me: “Well I like my men looking kinda preppy, kinda casual — with good hair!”
Honour: “Yeah, hair is def. important. Beards!!!”
Me: “Gag me! Have you ever kissed a boy with a beard?!?! Obvs not, or you’d know better than to want that. It is so good that you have me in your life to teach you these things!”
Honour: “I have wondered what kind of affect that would have on kissing.”
There was also a bit of discussion of how much we like men’s colognes, but I’ll spare you the details.
Other than to say that, on our last retreat when mother-to-be Ashley and I were sharing a hotel bed, I most definitely sprayed her with men’s cologne when we were in Gap just so I could smell it all night.
Please, please tell me you would have done the same thing ’cause I still feel a little guilty about the headache it gave her.
When I was a kid, all the other kids in the church (like, all 3-4 of them) would sit with me in the pew behind my parents. The pastor used to call me out from the pulpit for not paying attention to the sermon! It wasn’t because I was being loud or anything. Anyways, I’m scared to death to not pay attention in church now.
For the second theme to the blog, my friend Ashley almost bought this guy’s cologne from Bath & Body Works just so she could spray it in her room. One of our favorite games to play is to guess the guy’s personality and whatnot just from the smell of his cologne. Yes, sometimes we are really bored. (LOL)
I don’t know.. I little scruff is kind of attractive. What “range” of beard are we talkin’ ’bout here? BTW, pay attention…;-P
Spraying a pregnant woman with cologne?! You didn’t!
I can still remember how the smell of any cologne would make me gag when I was pregnant! Oh, it was just the worst!
I’m willing to bet she forgave you pretty quickly though!
I never sprayed colonge on anyone else, but one night one of my girl-friends and I were at Kohl’s smelling all the perfumes and colonges, and I tried to spray one of the white tester-strip-thingy, not realizing the spray nozzle was pointed the wrong way, and I sprayed myself….my friend and I just laughed.
Oh….my…word.
I haven’t commented in a while, but wow, this was a made-me-laugh-out-loud post. 1) I *completely* agree with you about beards, 2) I wish I didn’t work at my church so that I could sit with my 20 something friends and have conversations *just* like that one
and 3) the cologne idea? Inspired…don’t tell my sister, but next vacay we take together, I am *so* doing that! He he…
Ooo, you’re a meany! Be nice to pregnant girls, did you know they can smell more things when they’re pregnant than normal???
Oh, and I would totally kiss a beard over a scratchy face any day! ‘cuz unless they shave EVERY morning it’s way worse than a beard!
A priest once told me that sometimes, if you thoughts stray during church – maybe it’s something God wants you to be thinking about. In this case, I’m not so sure!
Also, I was against facial hair when I was your age. Now I just think it depends on the guy. I encouraged my last guy to grow a little scruff cuz he looked better with it.
And depending on the guy… a beard or goatee or a little scruff isn’t so bad to kiss. Sometimes it’s nice. It’s definately better than a whisker rub/burn!
Don’t worry! I wasn’t pregnant at the retreat. Although that cologne still gave me a headache even though it smelled like some serious hot guy.
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