Danielle and the Lions Den

So I ordered a new pair of designer jeans (online from the factory because they are more likely to have the right size and you can find good sales) a size smaller, with the faith that after eating pulse and grains for 10 days, I would fit in them or at least deserve to. They fit. They are even a lose. Miracle one.

Side Note: Between you and me, I would have much rather bought myself a die cut machine, the nimbus 2000  of die cut machines. But alas, duty calls and you have to represent. It isn’t like could take my Ellison to the dinner and say, “I was going to buy a pair of designer jeans to impress you all but I bought this instead, isn’t it great?”

I went to get my hair done from my friend in Utah (also LDS), who just opened up her own salon. She told me, as I sat down in the familiar chair, that she had a dream the night before about how to cut my hair. I told her to do it exactly like she dreamt.  (Why mess with inspiration?) She took about 6 inches off, And now…I look like Victoria Beckham. Miracle two.

Tonight was the night, I was so worried that I wouldn’t have anyone to talk to. And for a long time I was the only one at our table. But guess who showed up to save the day? You guessed it!  My Visiting Teacher. Luckily, I have a really cool one who actually talks to me in public. Miracle Three.
Yes, Ladies and Gentleman I survived the Lions Den thanks to Daniel’s Diet and a little faith.