So.. it’s probably no shock to people that Delle and I don’t really give a shit what others think of us.  What IS shocking, at least for most I talk to, is that we actually attend a church.  People may not be AS surprised with Delle, but when I mention “my church”, people always look at me as if they expect “where we slaughter goats and virgins” to follow.

But, believe it or not, we do attend church.

We actually sing in a little women’s group.  Our group has been singing for three years now (Delle, correct me if I’m wrong.. like I NEEDED TO SAY THAT), and we’ve been coming in and out of it, depending on how much free time we’ve had.  Our latest “staffing” is a bunch of very sweet housewives.. and myself and Delle.

Needless to say, we’re a bit .. different than the rest of the girls.

So last night, we completely freaked out the women.  Bryan called Delle, and as we were singing, she whispers, “Your fiance is calling me.”

Completely nonplussed, I said, “Is HE your baby-daddy?”

And wide eyes FILLED the room.

Scaring the straights.  A BitterHouse pasttime since 1994.