Oh, who knows. Anyway, up Sunday, shower, shave, dress--why am I in a dress!? Not really--just making up stuff as I go along. ANYway, dress, get kids up, get wife up, repeat several times. Breakfast, out the door, to the church building, everyone in place which was nice, go to class, have worship, Oldest sat with other teens and actually managed to stay awake! Cat went and sat with the lady who helped us at the store on Saturday, mainly so she could show off her new outfit. Side benefit is that she's much less wiggly when she sits with other people. That left the left side of the fifth pew with just Reba, Rebecca, Jonathan and me. And I actually got to sit beside Reba! So, I suppose that would be the #8 thing, and it was just dandy.
After worship, over to the dumpy buffet up the road a ways, then turned around and went right back to the building to wait for everyone else for the convoy to Pell City. Whee.
Went there, did the questions, and this time our kids got trounced. Someone's been studying! And someone hasn't been. Part of it could have been the questions, which tended to be a bit longish and obscure. Genesis is longish and obscure enough, thank you very much.
Grabbed a snack afterwards and headed back to our building, where we thought Ashley had a meeting. Nope. They didn't have the books they had ordered. So we just sat there. I read the paper, the kids watched a movie on television--it was almost like being at home, except I had on all my clothes, and refrained from scratching myself and making rude noises. Evening worship time finally got there, some tone-deaf chubby guy led singing, and despite a coughing fit it actually turned sounding okay and the selections even went along with the lesson--let's make that #9 of unexpected stuff.
FINALLY, after an exceedingly long day, it was time for us all to head home, where I could prance around in shorts and a tee-shirt, scratch, and make rude bodily noises. And help Rebecca type up her report that she had not managed to work on.
I only stayed up until 1:00 a.m.
I better get an A for this.
Anyway, and now I'm here. And for some reason, somewhat grouchy and sleepy.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at October 10, 2005 01:44 PMYou know Terry that I used a 1911A1 frame as my teething ring, so I think plastic frame guns are a bit... suspect. I've noticed such frames feel in my hands a bit squirmy and wiggly. Having got to this point I'm thinking Kat may need to have some 1911 steel implanted into her, it might just stop them wiggles. I bet them Dr.'s and such at Weevil State would love to help.
Posted by: Tony von Krag at October 11, 2005 12:11 AMHmmm--well, I've heard of a son of a gun before, but never a daughter.
Actually, I AM thinking of changing out her recoil spring.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 11, 2005 08:33 AMSounds like you found the name for the AoW house bluegrass band:
Tone-Deaf Chubby Boys.
[Has the jaw-harp seat already been filled?]
Posted by: MarcV at October 11, 2005 10:18 AMNo, of course not! You are welcome to have it, as long as you bring your own harp. The only one we had belonged to Lureen, and it still has snuff stuck to it.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 11, 2005 10:55 AMI guess I'll own up to playin the wash tub since I really do have no rhythem.
Posted by: Tony von Krag at October 11, 2005 10:56 PMThat's fine, Tony, and we don't care about rhythm or much of anything else, as long as it's loud.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at October 12, 2005 09:55 AM