Guilt trip

I am a horrible person.

I skipped church today for no good reason except it sounded like it would take too much energy to go.

I pawned my children off to my mother-in-law.

I read the entire issue of US Weekly that Ashleigh K. Wright keeps getting delivered to our address.

I read said magazine while my children fought right in front of me.

I listened to Wait, Wait... Don't Tell Me on NPR during the multi-annual public radio fundraiser knowing full well that I have never donated money to keep quality radio on the air.

I laughed out loud several times during the radio program, another reason, according to the hosts, to donate money to keep quality radio on the air.

I ate five homemade Churros (thanks dad) and one plate of Valentine's/President's Day cookies (thanks Beth).

Oh, and I also ate a single dip frozen custard from Good Times earlier today (aka the Sabbath).

I should probably donate to NPR.