Poor things didn't have any other candidates, obviously.
Which brings me around to the point of this post. My other brother (the godfather) lives on the East Coast, and needed the godparents eligibility statement emailed to him, which I did tonight.
What's so hysterical about that?
I forgot to unclick the box that would have left off my email signature. Which is?
I can't stop giggling. I'm going to be the best godmother, evah!
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