100 Years of Aaaaaaaargh

Aaaaarrgghhh! I haven't been able to do anything besides work on this 100-year anniversary memory book for my church since about 11:00 last night. I started working sometime around 11:00PM yesterday, then I finally went to bed at seven (SEVEN!) Then I woke up a few hours later and I've been working on it all day. So I'm taking a much-needed break, and I have a few things to say:

I go to a church of dog chokers and people who eat shoes (and apparently, a girl who thinks shoe-eating is just sooooo cuuuuuute!)

It's evil of me, but that picture makes me laugh. And that's one of my Sunday School teachers now - not the dog, the dog choker. It seems that people who choke dogs make excellent Sunday School teachers, because he's a very good one. Also, sometime in the 1970s, there was a disturbingly menacing Easter bunny:

I think that poor little girl with her hands over her face still requires therapy because of her recurring nightmare of a larger-than-life pink bunny with Bad Boy Colin Farrell eyebrows.

And finally, look, I've found Ian McKellan's long-lost twin! He will be so happy.

I think I might get my first gray hair over this book. And if anyone complains that so-and-so's picture is bigger than another-so-and-so's picture, then I will unleash my wrath. And then, my head will probably explode. Also, there have been altogether too many members of my church named Pearlie. That is all.