One of the toughest things about moving to KY was finding a church.
Not that there aren’t lots of great churches in our area but the Mr. & I just couldn’t seem to find one that we both really loved.
We finally found a place that seems to fit our different needs but we can still worship together.
There’s just one little, itty-bitty issue.
It’s MY issue, really.
I went to high school with the preacher.
I know your thinking, “What’s the problem with that??”.
Well, here’s the problem…..
The preacher is MY age.
Aren’t preachers supposed to be old??
Preachers and doctors.
At least older than ME!!
And to make matters worse, this guy looks just exactly like he did in school.
Not one day older.
No pot belly.
No gray hair.
Just the same.
It’s sad, really.
But since he’s a good preacher, I am willing to overlook the fact that he’s just barely over 18.
Like me. :-)
This past weekend, the Mr. and I both came down with the sickness.
Not sure exactly what the ailment was but we both were feeling rather puney so Monday we stayed home on the couch under a pile of blankets.
It was a yucky day.
But up in the day, the Mr. convinced me that I’d feel better if I took a shower.
Actually, I think I was starting to smell a little ripe and he needed some relief.
So I took a long shower and even washed my greasy, nasty hair.
I did feel a little better.
I got my hair dried and put on some clean lounging-around clothes and that’s when we decided it “feels like an Arby’s night”.
Since it was past dark, the Mr. agreed to drive me to Arby’s if I would go in to get the food.
I know………there’s a wonderful new invention called the “drive-thru” but for some reason, the drive-thru doesn’t work for the Mr.
I don’t know what the problem is.
He pulls right up.
He orders in a clear, concise voice.
But they cannot understand a word he says.
It’s quite comical sometimes but it frustrates him to the max.
Maybe it’s the fact that he’s so soft spoken.
Or maybe that he’s a Yankee but whatever the reason, he just can’t use a drive-thru.
So I agreed to the deal.
He’d drive…..I’d go in.
It had snowed that day so I pulled out my big ole NY snow boots and shoved my feet in. Toasty!
Then I put on my big ole puffy coat that I don’t usually need in KY but it’s very warm.
Now I’m all puffed up.
I look in the mirror and see my pale-as-a-ghost, no-make-up-face staring at me beneath a mess of clean hair. I need to cover up!!
I grab the Mr.’s ball cap and put on my glasses in hopes of hiding a little of the hideousness.
I look in the mirror.
Michael Moore is staring back at me.
It’s just a quick trip to Arby’s.
Off we go and when I get out of the car at Arby’s I tell the Mr. that if he sees me slip on the ice, to come help me up.
Just as I open the restaurant door, I see him.
Looking like 1985.
What do I do???
Do I back out and insist that we try the drive-thru?
Do I go in and hope he doesn’t see or recognize me??
Yes, that’s it.
That’s exactly what I’ll do.
And just as I slip inside the Arby’s, he turns and says “Hey, Marsha”!!
He saw AND recognized me!!!
Oh the humanity!
I immediately started fasting and praying that God would call me home to Glory but seeing as God likes a good chuckle as much as I do, He let me struggle on!
Of course, I tried to cough and sniffle as much as possible to make sure that Doogie-Preacher knew that I was afflicted with a sickness and would NEVER go out in the public looking like this otherwise.
I’m not sure he bought it.
I do worry for his kids who were with him, though.
They may need a bit of the therapy to get rid of the nightmares.
Then the most amazing thing happened.
Just as the preacher was finishing up his order, he made a corny joke.
Like really corny.
It was funny.
The teenager behind the counter looked at him like he had two heads!!!
I guess he’s not that young after all. :-)