Oh, here's a note: when you have PMS, don't have a severe seasonal allergy attack. And if that is outside of your control, DEFINITELY don't take all three of your kids to Floor and Decor on a Saturday afternoon to try to match tile that you bought two years ago. What, that's a given? Well, I must have been desperate because it was the will of the Lord that I didn't snap necks and kick faces. Of strangers, of children, of employees. It took a volcano nachos no sour cream, two chicken soft tacos, and a bean burrito from Taco Bell to recover. The kids had something else, but who cares, I was busy trying not to suffocate as I chewed since my nose was COMPLETELY STOPPED UP ALL THE WAY. I had to sleep off the whole event on the couch until 7pm.
Which means I did NOT do the very most crucial thing I had planned for Saturday which was this: practice the organ. BECAUSE I HAVE TO PLAY IT IN CHURCH TODAY! Yep. I have had one lesson. 1. Uno. And it is the same as the piano the way a guitar is the same as a ukelele. Oh they may both have strings, but there are some differences that make a congregational debut somewhat daunting. My biggest worry is which buttons to push - the ones that make it sound big and tabernacle-y or soft and funeral-y, I mean sacrament-y, and I am worried of course that I'll play like crap because I tend to, and that I won't follow the chorister because I tend not to, and of course there is all that prelude and postlude that my only saving grace is everyone talking over it. Egad. Plus no Andy to sit with the kids. And Uncle Tim is ill, so he won't be there. And I have to be there early which is nearly impossible on the best of days, which I don't even have to tell you this is not.
So why am I not in the shower? I'm about to be. Really. As soon as I stop looking at quilts on the internet and pinning them on pinterest because that is of utmost importance. Here's one, as a parting gift:
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| Farmer's Wife Sampler by Helen Philipps |
3 comments:
So interesting that your Taco Bell choices are so different from mine or Emily's. We should start a blog solely for the purpose of finding out everyone's go-to Taco Bell orders.
The nachos were a departure. Chicken soft taco and bean burrito are standards. What are y'all's?
We usually split the two chalupas meal—Em gets a supreme, and I get a Baja style. She eats the taco; I drink most of the lemonade. Then we usually throw in something else for fun—Em favors cheesy potato burritos, and I, despite knowing better, always find myself eating a quesadilla.
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