Yesterday I was stressing about being around large groups of children, today I'm stressing there won't be a large group of children; or at least no 6th graders. I've gotten emails from parents that their 6th grader is at 6th grade camp this week, needs to go to the middle school info night, or has a choir festival. Don't these schools know Wednesday night is a youth group night? Don't they care about the health of our children's faith? Okay, I'm fine with it, but I'm just sayin'. Sixth graders don't get plum roles anyway, so the older kids will have their pick.
My youngest daughter has blond hair. I've read somewhere that blonds have more hair. That must be true, because my daughter's blond hair is everywhere. It's in the car, on the furniture, on the clean clothes I hang to dry, on the beds, on the floor, tangled around animals. I can't be suspicious of my husband when he comes home from work with a long blond hair stuck on his shoulder. It's probably hitched a ride there all day.
For some unknown reason, the electricity went out last night. I don't know when, but it reeked havoc with my internet connection. It took me 20 minutes to figure out how to get it back. I know there is a method to the madness: turn off computer, unplug modem, unplug router, plug in router, plug in modem, turn on computer. Or is it unplug computer, unplug router, turn on modem, plug in computer, plug in router, turn on computer? Or maybe turn on computer, unplug phone, turn in three circles, say the "Our Father" and run out of the room?
I finally got the picture. My crooked knee cap will not get better until I start doing my physical therapy exercises. I was hoping my biking to Florida from my home office recumbent bike would do the job. But no! It apparently needs my undivided attention. I guess I just need to up my story. I always get after people who are wearing a cast and they tell me they broke their leg tripping over their dog. I tell them they need to up their story and tell us they were extreme skiing or something equally exciting. I can't even say I tripped over my dog. I did nothing to my knee; it just happened.
So there ya go, hope you had a laugh on this ride. Just sayin'.