Neil Gaiman won't be coming to Tulsa. Evidently my tickets will be refunded.
And the only people who have looked at my house (so far) can't really afford it. (In the multilist, it is #10196134). And, turns out, real estate has been slower this June than normal.
Disappointing.
On the up side, we went to Branson yesterday to take the kids to Silver Dollar City to celebrate surviving putting the house on the market.
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I don't feel like a real southerner because I never went to church camp. As a teenager, I was too busy reading books and kissing a boy and doing academic summer programs for that kind of stuff, most of which behind momma and daddy's backs. Well, they knew about HOBY Youth Leadership and Governor's School.
Laura, what are you going to do when she comes back speaking in tongues? :-P
If she is happy speaking in tongues, I am happy to let her. As long as I don't have to switch churches to do so. There are worse things, I suppose, that being so caught up in the divine as to lose command of English.
I can't say that you have missed a lot by not going to church camp. I don't have especially fond memories of it. Lots of petty girls and not enough kissing boys (as in *no* kissing boys, but I was young).
I went to HOBY as well. A million years after you did, of course. I loved it. I loved all that kind of stuff. I was (and am) such a little nerd.