I hate Irish Spring

November 3, 2008

The title of this post has nothing to do with what I want to tell you, but I just got out of the shower and while in there, I noticed I have run out of face soap.  So I had to use Irish Spring.  It made my face feel like a piece of cowhide stretched tight over the frame of an African drum.

Anyway, on with my story.

So yesterday in church we were worshipping and it was great.  I was totally into it.  So was Brian.  Well, I assume Brian was into it because apparently no one was keeping an eye on the children.  Because after worship, I turned around and one child (age 8 ) was sprawled on the floor trying to join the other child (age 6) who was completely hidden underneath our seats.  I don’t know what was more disturbing, that those who should have been sitting in their seats were under them or that I could go from being totally in cahoots with God to wanting to bite someone’s head off in about .037 seconds.  Rest assured, all heads remained intact (we were in church after all), lucky for them.  Had we not been in church, however, I’m sure the first words out of my mouth would have been something like, “Oh please tell me, WHO THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA!?  Now come here and give me your heads…”

And where are your parents anyway.

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