I have a problem. [well, really, one of many]
I can’t say no.
I’m like Katherine Heigl’s character in 27 Dresses like that. [The similarities end there. I only have four bridesmaid dresses.] I need James Marsden to teach me to say no at a bar. And then afterwards we will sing along to a rousing classic 80s tune while standing on the bar.
A woman called me last week. She’s not a member but she’s looking for a pastor to marry her and her fiance. On July 4th weekend. In a town 45 minutes away. They want a religious ceremony but her finace’s pastor will not do the marriage because they have a son. [*cough* Missouri synod *cough*] So what did I do? I said sure, let’s have more conversation about it … even though I really just wanted to say no. Even if I don’t know the person, I want them to like me and not disappoint them … curse it. Hello wedding #5 for the summer.
A follow-up problem: I don’t ask for help and I have perfectionist tendencies towards things that really are inconsequential. [Does the new bulletin board need to be covered in fabric? No. But I’ll make sure it is.]
But that one is for another day.
One problem at a time.
there's no place like gnome. 
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