“Oh, dear God and baby Jesus in the manger, my eyes!” Dee shrieked. “My eyes!”
“I checked out your blog.'Oh. Dear. Baby. Jesus. How did he find it? Wait. More importantly was the fact he HAD found it. Was my blog now googleable? That was awesomesauce with an extra heaping of sauce.”
“Here she is,” her mum said, cooing at the baby, “my special girl.”“Oh, cheers,” Valkyrie said, rolling her eyes.”
“Oh my God, baby, you are in so much trouble.”
“And she looks at me with her eyes open wide and a face that says: Oh my God, I'm muckin' around in my sexy Jesus-boots, in my crazy dreamworld, and I've opened the door and let you in on my crazy dreamworld and that's so embarrassing but, actually, who cares? because it's funny.”
“I shut my eyes tight in the darkness. "I believe in Jesus Christ," I said. "With God all things are possible.”