Not so fast sunday...

This morning was fast sunday for our ward, because general conference is next week. John woke up before me though, and without even thinking he helped himself to some cereal and a couple of pieces of pizza for breakfast. When I finally rolled out of bed I told him I wasn't eating b/c it was fast sunday- he felt terrible! He just kept saying over and over again how bad he felt about missing fast sunday. In the meantime, I was just trying to make it through the day. I'm a little embarassed to say that I am not exactly the world's most pleasant faster, but I was determined to stick it out. We made it to sacrament meeting only to hear the bishop announce that the week after conference would be fast sunday for our ward. Boy, did I feel stupid... and hungry!