And now for something completely different! LOL just kidding; Elizabeth and Tricia are obviously not yet (and probably never will be) finished talking about aliens.
Fair warning: If you don’t like curse words that start with “f,” you might want to give this one a pass, since our recurring joke relies on it.
Elizabeth: Alien matriarchy! But for real, where do I join the unfuckable alien matriarchy? I’ve been reading about Ted Cruz and am ready to flee the planet. *awaits rapture* *prayer hands emoji*
Tricia: Maybe that is the reward for a life well-lived: heaven is an unfuckable alien matriarchy.
Elizabeth: Please have that carved on my tombstone. #unfuckablealienmatriarchy
Tricia: That is an amazing feminist rallying cry.
Tricia: I seriously want to figure out where I can use that on a regular basis.
Elizabeth: Well, you are potentially in the wrong industry (parachurch missions) for that. Just wait until you retire.
Elizabeth: Then make it into wallpaper, OR I will embroider it onto a wall-hanging for you.
Tricia: 70-year-old Tricia is going to be SO badass.
Elizabeth: For real, I do counted cross-stitch; would you like a wall-hanging that you can put in your kitchen? Or shove in a closet when pastoral types are around?
Tricia: omg omg I just realized what you said. Do you embroider? COULD YOU ACTUALLY EMBROIDER THAT!?
Tricia: YES YES YES
Elizabeth: I’m really lazy about it, though, so you’ll get it in like five years.
Tricia: That’s fine. Maybe by then conservative Christians will have embraced #unfuckablealienmatriarchy ideals.
Elizabeth: THAT is a vision of holiness unparalleled by anything yet seen this side of heaven!