This past week has been a comedy of errors.
To start off, I misspelled two words on the weekly spelling list - constrast and fragil. Becky pointed out to me that I had done the same thing a few weeks ago too - exclaimation. Where is my brain? It’s in stress mode that’s where!
We tried to start our farewell tour to village churches on Sunday, but the truck was dead. All of our teammates had already left for their morning visits so there was no one to give us a jump-start. So, our family returned to the house and did what else but turn on the game-cube. Can anyone say avoidance?
Our dog, Charger, broke a nail and trailed blood all over the house until I discovered what was going on. Imagine Graham yelling in a fascinated-panicked tone, “Mom! There is blood all over the place!”
It hasn’t been all bad though. My gas bottles are miraculously staying usable. I had just enough forks (11) to host a dinner party last night. (Remember all of my plates and silverware are already in Dallas!) The goodies that PRCC brought haven’t run out yet even though my kids are eating them constantly.
And best of all…I figured out all by myself how to change my blog design! (If you know me well, then you know that I gave a triumphant squeal as I saw the results of my amateur skills!)
I am contacting Nestor to see if he can somehow configure a giant menorah with gas bottles. Whaddaya think?