This week I'm working on new decorations for my Sunday School classroom at church. I've decided to take up quilling because, you know, I don't have enough things going on. Although I can't remember exactly where I found this inspiration picture, I'm determined to copy something like it - on a bigger scale - for the class. I'll have to do pink pigs or bunnies too, though, because the girls will levy harsh criticism if it has a "gross boy" vibe.
I was going to show you my Sugar Shoes today but it just ain't happening. I spent part of the afternoon on my hands and knees at a funeral home (no kidding) looking for my missing BlackBerry. The darn thing came up missing yesterday and I knew it was one of two places: in a friend's car or at the funeral home. Oh boy. I called my friend.
"Did you find my phone in your car? Could you look?" I begged.
Not here, came the answer.
I drove to the funeral home. After combing the parking lot and the grassy area and the hearse parking carport, I went inside and explained my hunt. The sweet funeral home lady opened the chapel and turned on the lights and helped me look. "Can you just call it?" she asked. No, no, I can't, I explained, I set it on silent for the service. "Maybe it slipped out of your pocket onto the floor and someone kicked it," she suggested. So there I was, crawling in and out of the pews and poking my hands in the cracks of the seats. Nothing. Finally found the thing in a big potted plant next to where I shook the preacher's hand as I was leaving the service. Figures. Thank goodness I didn't lean over the coffin or anything or I have no doubt my BlackBerry would now be six feet under.
I have no idea how the phone jumped my jacket pocket as I was leaving the funeral. It was a weird hour, anyway. As a Randy Travis tape whined Blessed Assurance over scratchy speakers, the funeral director walked up and down the aisle grinning "like he had new dentures", my friend observed. And that was after he leaned over me and tried to tell my friend about some 8-inch spread mule deer he'd killed at his dear lease and wanted to tell my friend's dad about. Sheesh.
Some days my life is too ridiculous.
Do you ever have times when you just get in a big fat funk? Today I feel like that monkey aboard the ark. I have no excuse, but here I am, right in the middle of a I'm-a-seasick-monkey-on-a-boat-that-won't-quit-rocking kind of funk. I think I need a day off to quill. And some Indian food. That might do it. Quilling and chicken masala. Sure wouldn't hurt to try... (grin).