If you’ve spent any amount of time traversing the halls of FITP, Inc. you know that some of the weirdest things happen to me.
Luckily, nothing like that happened to me this week. Ahem.
- It’s wasn’t me who engaged in a battle with a metal drying rack in our camper last week.
- Nor was it me who attempted unsuccessfully to stab a bail of straw with a wooden scarecrow pole for the better part of twenty minutes before entering McDaddy’s garage to ultimately retrieve a hatchet to get the job done.
- I most certainly have not been singing the “I Wanna Be A Billionaire So Freakin Bad” song over and over since hearing it for the first time.
And finally, there is NO WAY that an open safety pin fell from my shirt and down into the cleavage part of my bra IN MY SUNDAY SCHOOL CLASS yesterday. I did not sit perfectly still in an attempt to protect my girls from the stupid thing. I also didn’t plot in my head that I would retrieve the safety pin during our closing prayer, only to find out that there would be no closing prayer which meant I had to walk out of class and then to the bathroom before getting the thing out of my bra.
Like I said, the weirdest things.
Happen to me.