No, I haven’t fallen off the planet… it’s just summer craziness. And with us that always includes some sort of drama.
Between beach trips, dog watching, lost military paperwork, evictions (not ours), camps, summer classes, heat waves and colossal yard projects, we’ve just been stretched thin. Due to some lovely hay allergies (read: I sound like a barking seal), I’ve been forced to slow down for a week or so. Which is making me grouchy.
I’ll leave you with this little picture.
Today at church I saw a man. He looked very similar to the husband in the couple that has been “mentoring” me through the bible. (I *love* these people!) So one would assume I know what they look like. In my snot-bogged brain’s stupor I mistook this man to be the husband. “Hey (insert name)! Say hello to your wife for me!” His face was the perfect definition of confused. As I walked on further I realized… I don’t think that was who I thought it was? I know, I know, we’ve all done this. I got home and texted them just to make sure. Sure enough, they weren’t there tonight.
Instead of being completely embarrassed, I’ve decided I’m going to do this every week, sans the name, just to make him wonder.
I’m slightly evil. I know.