I am a dork #57, 234, and 1657

In no particular order-

• A couple of women came to the door last week. When I opened the door, they introduced themselves and said, “We know you weren’t expecting us…” I thought, “Oh, my Visiting Teachers [members of the LDS Church assigned to check up on me, share Spiritual messages, and get important information out- in the case of a storm, etc] stopped by unannounced! I should totally invite them in!” And then they said, “We want to share a Bible message since everyone is so worried right now.” I thought, “Ooooooh, not my Visiting Teachers, just some generic Christians.” I politely told them I wasn’t interested. After they left I started questioning whether they really were my Visiting Teachers. Maybe they were worried since we had all been so sick? They didn’t say anything particularly LDS-y, but really, it’s not like we wear signs around our neck either. I finally called someone just in case word through the grapevine got around that I was shooing away Visiting Teachers.
• Last week I actually left the house in the following: two-toned purple striped shirt sans bra, baggy capris (too big due to the weight loss caused by the two-week stomach flu last month), black and white checked sneakers without the laces [because 1) that is what makes them cool and 2) no, really, because Brian stole the laces], and a red purse slung across my body because it holds my iPod the most comfortably. Thankfully I didn’t have to get out of the car, heh.
• There is a third thing, and probably a fourth, fifth, all the way to 196th, etc, but I can’t remember it. I think it involves Kevin and/or his job. Apparently it was so traumatic I blocked it out. Meh.\
  So, yes, I am a dork.\
  I have been trying to be less WOE WOE WOE. Is it working?