We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming for [pause for effect]
Crisis in the Gulf.
Yesterday a crisis occurred. You may or may not have been aware of it from my tweets (@imalazymom) or my facebook page.
The crisis was quickly named “Crisis in the Gulf” by yours truly (although I could probably think of better names for it now) due to the large amount of water that spewed from a busted tube in our church’s kitchen. Water had flooded the kitchen and left our entire fellowship hall in an inch of water. It even had seeped through to one of our classrooms.
It was a crisis of epic proportions.
And we haven’t even seen the water bill yet.
As soon as Lazy Dad sent out the S.O.S. our fabulous church peeps came with wet/dry vacs in tow. Something Lazy Dad and I have discovered is a MUST if you’re going to be a Pastor.
In fact, if we ever Pastor a new church, one of our top questions we’ll ask them is, “How many wet/dry vacs do you all represent here at this church?” Whatever number they tell us will definitely be a factor of whether or not we go there.
That and how many weeks of paid vacation the Pastor gets.
Oh, and how many weeks of paid vacation the Pastor’s wife gets.
You know, the real spiritual questions.
At our current church the wet/dry vac-to-church peeps ratio is pretty good. So we feel confident we are in the right place.
What? God confirms things in all sorts of ways, doesn’t He?
Caution: the following pictures have been taken with a crappy cell phone camera, may include people that rolled out of bed and threw on some clothes to come help, may NOT be used against us in a court of law, and may have me looking particularly un-gorgeous, which apparently is possible. *gasp!*
Even though most everything was sopping wet, I would like to report that the muffins made it.
Which is a good thing since muffins are imperative to a functioning church body.
And Lazy Dad was VERY happy to find that the Double Stuf Oreos had made it out alive too. In fact, I think he may have teared up a little over that one.
Between stuffing them in in his mouth that is.
I would also like to report that even though Crisis in the Gulf was going on, I just HAD to stop on my way out to it and buy myself some galoshes. I mean, I couldn’t go in there in my tennis shoes! They’d be all wet and stuff. And besides a girl has to use any excuse she can to buy herself a new pair of shoes, right?!
WARNING! The following picture is a REALLY bad picture of me.
Remember I rolled out of bed,
threw on some clothes,
pulled my hair up,
had no make-up on,
hadn’t taken a shower,
hadn’t lost those 25 pounds yet,
obviously need to lift weights more,
may be in a weird pose,
but still took the time to stop and buy galoshes,
Here it is.
*looks between fingers*
Is it over now?!
I can’t believe I posted this picture.
I now want you to erase it from your memory forever and never read this post again ever. I’d be much obliged. And willing to pay you for it.
Now excuse me a minute while I go look for GOOD pictures of me to post on my blog. Because I apparently only like to post humiliating ones.