Sunday, June 04, 2006
Here's my church.
See where I am in relationship to my church? That would be me, not IN church.
But I didn't feel like going today. So there. I have to be there the next two weekends, singing up on stage. So there.
I decided to go to Meijer with the rest of the heathens. There's nothing quite like going in there on a Sunday morning ... you can tell who went to church, and who didn't. And then you start to feel guilty, as if you should be making excuses to those who were just starting in the produce aisle in their Sunday best, and we were already through the whole store by then. We checked out at noon. People were just coming in.
Yeah. So what. My Mom and Dad didn't go, either. They had no excuse. Except for nagging colds. But still ... no excuse. Did we have one? Well, if you count "I don't want to go" as an excuse, we had five of those. Ok, in all fairness, there were four of those excuses, and one excuse that sounded like "want go"
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
One week away from people looking at me crazily