I've never been one you could describe as religious. I mean, my Uncle John spent 30 minutes lecturing my children on the "absurdity of religion" when he was in town last week.
But now I have to re-evaluate.
Ring Ring Ring
SKELETOR: "I'm coming over. I need to tell you something, and I don't want to do it over the phone."
ME (to myself): This can't be good. The last time she said that she told me my cousin had committed suicide.
Five minutes later, the Skeletormobile pulls up. From under my bed, I heard Skeletor say, "Where's Briana?"
DAN: "She's in the bedroom."
ME (to myself): "Narc!"
SKELETOR (very seriously): "Sit down, Briana. My friend Trish (in California) called. She asked me if I would move in with her and her husband in their mansion."
ME: (to myself) I didn't take any acid, so why am I hallucinating?
SKELETOR: "Do you think I should go?"
ME (to myself): How long do I have to sit here before I start jumping up and down screaming "WOO HOO?"
"You'd have someone to hang out with, so you wouldn't be so lonely. There's no snow there. She probably needs you to help her deal with her husband's cancer. There's no rent. Sounds like that would be good for both you and her."
(to myself): What else can I come up with to convince her it's in HER best interest to move to California, not just MINE?
"We can help you pack. Dan can rent a U-haul and take some of his vacation to move you out. I'm sure I can get you out of your lease. When do you think you'll be ready?"
SKELETOR: "I'm gonna go."
PRAISE THE LORD!
(I hope this doesn't mean I have to start going to church.)