What kind of Sunday would it be if I didn't have a story to tell? This morning my alarm woke me up at 6:30 so that I could conquer it all (meaning my flesh, my hair, and my toddler) peacefully and make it to church on time. It went very well and Curt even got us some Whataburger taquitos for breakfast. I apologize to those of you who do not have a Whataburger close by because it really isn't fair that you can't feast on these little blessings.
We walked out the door in time to be 5 minutes early-late. I felt not good, but definitely satisfied with the way I looked and I felt great about my calm demeanor. (I have been a walking hormone for three days. Calm has not been my middle name.) It had rained the night before and it looked cloudy, so I had my cute new polka dot umbrella with me just in case. That added a bit to my cheer.
Seeing a woman in pointy-heel boots pushing a stroller at a high speed scared a squirrel (a limb chicken, as Keith Moore says) up a tree. Look, Jackson! A squirrel! Suddenly that lovely, precious little creature leaped onto a branch directly above our heads. Swoosh! A two-second rain shower fell upon us, showering the top of my hair, my forehead, and my shoulders. Lovely. My hair, despite having been meticulously dried and straightened, was on the big side this morning. To now have the top of my hair wet and flattened against my scalp while the rest of it flared out like a bell was just going to be precious. PRECIOUS. Thankfully God gave me the grace to continue on to church and not go back home to fix myself. It dried and all was well. I'm kind of glad it happened because I enjoy having amusing stories to tell about my Sunday morning adventures.
Here's some randomness:
Jon and Kate Plus Eight - Someone mentioned this in a comment a while back. I watched it for the first time today. I also recorded the whole marathon on my DVR, but I think I can only take one episode a day. I was amazed. Very amazed. It was the episode where Kate has surgery to remove the huge blob of skin (she called it a front butt) left over from carrying sextuplets. Kate said that her stomach grew so far out that she couldn't even reach the end of it. What in the world? Again, I've been a walking hormone, but I cried at least four times. It was so awesome that they were able to make her stomach flat again. I can't imagine how good it felt to put her jeans on and have that thing gone. Sometimes I get so down on myself for not being perfect that I forget to be thankful for just being "normal."
By the way, Jennifer Love Hewitt is precious. If I could take her to lunch I totally would.