After the Advent lighting travesty, I went to the Advent festival and made my own wreath.

All of the women said, "Oh, you did such a good job this morning!" That was worrisome, because I don't speak old women yet, and I don't know if there was Southern sarcasm in that. I think I'm being overly paranoid. But I like these women because they speak their mind and scoff at Martha Stewart and say, "My daughter would never let me look like that," which is oddly comforting to me.