Just in case it wasn’t clear from the post below — but it probably was — that’s the last of the Maybe Church posts.

I’m debating whether to write new posts about what it was like to have our FOC blog and some of the responses, good, bad, or whacked, that our story got, but I just don’t know how long I want to keep strrrrretching that thread, you know? I’ll ruminate on that a bit more. I’m good at the ruminating.

For now anyway, since I didn’t say it ……

Thee End.

And back to our regularly scheduled blogging. Whatever that was.

Thank you so much, everyone, for reading this ridiculous epic and for your wonderful comments and support. It’s meant a lot to both of us to tell the story here and find that no, we’re not crazy. Or at least not crazy about this.

So thank you again, pippa, from the bottom of our inappropriate little hearts.

One of Original Banshee’s favorites. She was fascinated by the pinkish eyes and hair and the “floating fringey stuff,” she said. She declared her to be Rose, so Rose she is.

Forget Harry Potter. I will now forever love Daniel Radcliffe for this, his SNL portrayal of Casey Anthony’s adopted Yorkshire terrier.

This is brilliant. I cannot stop laughing at the makeup.

“I will be combining my two life’s passions: Irish dancing and Chinese calligraphy.” Hahahahaha.

PS: I love Bill Hader.

PPS: Holy moly, that Harry Potter is wee! He missed his calling as a hobbit!

I love this whole sketch.

BANSHEE BOY: Tee Tee! Tee Tee!!! Watch me to prube my lub for you by eading dis yummy red ball!!!

You know, in college, this dude serenaded me in the dining hall in front of everyone. It was nice, but come on. It’s no red ball, now is it?