I just got home from Curves. Right before I left, I told the staff member that I wanted to redeem some of my Curves cash for this really cute reversible tote bag they have. So she asked me for my last name. "Goins." Then I got the look. "G-O-I-N-S." Then the ever-popular question. "You mean, like, 'where ya GOINS?'" Yes...just like that. Of course, I can't complain when people say that, because when Baron first moved back to Montgomery, all I ever said to him was "Hey Baron, where ya GOINS?! Huh huh huh..." Little did I know at the time that my cute little joke would come back to bite me in the behonkas. So every time I give my name to the concierge (or whatever you call the person who makes the list) at the restaurant, I just go ahead & spell it out. (Of course I am already used to this because my maiden name is Wishum. I always thought maybe I would get some relief one day when I got married, but NOOOO...I had to marry a Goins. At least I moved up in the alphabet.) Anyway, a couple of years ago I went on a retreat with the VP girls and we made t-shirts. Everyone had cute little sayings to put on their shirts, and I couldn't think of anything. So finally it hit me what I could iron onto my shirt, and I made it. Since most of you probably won't ever see me wear the shirt because I don't intend to wear a homemade t-shirt to church or anywhere else out in public, here is a picture of it. Enjoy!