(Seriously, I had some doubts that I was getting in after an awful, awful interview last month.)
To my dear Jesus, "I used to think maybe you loved me ----now baby I'm sure!"
(PS If you're a member of my Carmel profession group and didn't get a confirmation email, don't fear. Your letter is coming by snail mail. It's just that I'm anal retentive and asked Mr. A to send me proof that the post office delivered my temporary promise letter.)