I got dressed after my shower this morning before I went down to the church for prayer breakfast. I'm usually running late as I'm not really a morning person, but I was doing okay today, maybe even a little ahead of time.
As I bent over to pick up my 3/4 pants I noticed something scratchy in my undies. A burr. Admittedly small, but spikey.
It's interesting that at that moment my mind did one of those replay a specific moment things that they sometimes use on television dramas. The specific moment was of me picking up that particular pair of undies off the ground because I dropped them when I was hanging the washing last week.
I made a mental note that I should check clothing a little more carefully if I drop something as I'm hanging out the washing.
After prayer breakfast I was hanging out more washing and I dropped a pair of undies. They belong to my husband. Chances that I checked them carefully?
... he, he, he.
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he, he, he, indeed!
Thanks for the phone call this morning. 'Twas great.
At least you didn't notice the burr halfway through the prayer breakfast. I suppose you could have mumbled something about the (so called) Toronto Blessing as you dashed off to the loo to fix it.
(Un)fortunately my church is one of those where you could faint, laugh uproarously, dance on the spot, or jump up with a loud exclaimation and no-one would think to offer you ministry.
You naughty girl
oh, poor hubby.... LOL
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