What the Deuce?

So this is my favorite new phrase. Picked it up from watching the A&E version of the Scarlet Pimpernel yesterday. Only problem, I'm not sure exactly what it means. I tried to google the exact meaning, and all I got was a bunch of stuff about playing cards with the value of 2 (which I knew) and a website that explained slang terms.....but alas it was blocked from my viewing in the category of "Tasteless". I wonder what that means?

On a side note, we got asked at the last minute to host ward prayer at our apartment last night. Amelia and I agreed. It was interesting, and a little disturbing to see how out of our element we were with actual PEOPLE. I think I faired rather well though. Even when they did ask me probing getting to know you questions, and ended with "What's the most frustrating thing about men?" Instead of turning red and standing there speechless, I turned red and cooly said (as cooly as a red faced girl can anyway) "The fact that I have to have ward prayer at my house to get any of them to come over." It went over well. So well in fact, that the slightly creepy but nice new guy left us a church program with his name, number, and the words "Call for a good time." Still trying to decide if that's a good thing.

The best part though? People LOVED our apartment. Okay, this is shallow, but it is something I take pride in. We've put a lot of work into it. It's all anyone talked about. Seriously. It doesn't hurt to be complimented once in great while. One guy told me that he didn't want to leave, because it was just so homey. I tend to have that affect on people. Or my residence does anyhow.

And somehow, throughout the course of Sunday school and a discussion on Abram and Sarah, and the meaning of her name, I became known to the ward as "Princess." Yeah, no one was volunteering to say the closing prayer, and I felt bad for the funny teacher and raised my hand. He announced that Princess would be offering the closing prayer.

I may have been the one who mentioned the Hebrew translation of the name, but can't really be sure.

And in closing, Dad fowarded one of those survey emails where you answer all the questions about yourself. I laughed at the very thought of him actually completing it, but even more at this answer:

3. What are you most afraid of: a woman scorned

Poor man must have put up with a lot of that in our womanly household over the years. He deserves a gold medal for handling it so effortlessly.