I guess we are officially a "project." We were love bombed by "bishop jack wagon and the sister missionaries. The sister mishies rang the door bell yesterday around 4:00 pm. I didn't answer the door! The front windows were open, sprinklers were on in the front, and the TV was on.

After they left, I opened the front door and there was an uncovered plate of frosted sugar cookies on the porch. Good try, but NOTHING will ever change my mind to return to TSCC.

They "want to get to know me?" I'll let them by giving them some awesome good news about the fake church...

Funny how it's usually sweets. I've never seen a group of people more addicted to sugar.

Uncovered? Yuck.

You mean that is not enough to get you to return to the cult. Crazy.

We won't eat them. TBM DH asked if I was taking them to work!!! I said I wouldn't give crap like that to anyone at work.

They are going in the trash before I leave for work! :)

Love bombing is irritating. Love bombing on a holiday is incredibly rude. It's taking time away from your day and from their day. When I was a TBM had my husband told me he was going to go visit a less active or whatever on a holiday I would have been so pissed.