I have to go pick up my kids from their Sunday night godly training. I left the windows down in the car.
I just realized it’s raining.
When I arrive at the church, I’ll look like I peed my pants after sitting in the rain-drenched car. I had a half-glass of wine, too. Okay, there is a REASON I send them OUT of the house for their godly training.
They’ll think I’m a drunk AND I peed my pants.
Posted by Suzanne McMinn on February 27, 2005
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