Confession is good for the soul.
We were leaving church yesterday and loading up the kids in the car when my dear sweet husband says “Is the tire flat?” Ummm, honey, have you been reading my blog recently? And it was Noah’s Ark raining and 33 degrees and he was in his Sunday finest trying to put air in it at the first gas station we found that had air. Does no one have air anymore? And under a covered roof? Turns out there was a H-O-L-E in the tire, but Mr. Frank at BJ’s was able to fix it for us and after four hours (eek!) we were merrily on our way again.
And remember my sock-topus? That looked like this?
Well, I started working on the legs and I’m back to swearing again. We’re calling it the Suck-topus for now unless I can talk Amy into meeting me for coffee and straightening me out. We talked about it at Sunday School yesterday and she said that I should have brought it, but I thought it might not be the best witness to sit on the back row, knitting and cursing while my fabulous teacher was trying to talk about Jesus.
Speaking of Sunday School, I was off-kilter yesterday because when I got there, I realized that I FORGOT IT WAS MY SUNDAY TO BRING SNACKS and everyone was standing around looking at me as if to say “You know that we can’t talk about Jesus without munching on a ham biscuit.” And we were late which meant that someone else had already claimed our usual seats. I was off, off, off for the rest of the day.
Speaking of “off”, I temporarily had a porn star following me on Twitter. I received an email saying “Jenna’s now following you!” I was all excited because, as you know, I have 4-6 readers and Jenna would make the 7th. I clicked on the link and saw waaaaay too much of Jenna. I guess she saw way too much of my mundane life, because after about 2 hours, she wasn’t following me any more.
And speaking of following (don’t you just love the segues today), you know I’ve been following The Bachelor this year, right? All this transparency talk must be kicking in…and now you know the Carpoolqueen is shallow. Tonight’s the Big Finale, and I’ll finally find out why Jason’s throwing himself off the balcony. It’s bugged me all season. And I’m obsessed slightly curious to know why they’re going to close the set for the Big Interview at the end. Do not call, do not text, do not email me tonight. I’ll be busy.
Watching Jason hurl himself off the ledge.
(And hopefully picking Melissa because if he goes back to Deanna, I may have to hurl myself.)