Sunday, January 31, 2010

scene from a Sunday morning

In case you wondered: yes, it is possible that your pastor forgot her IVF injections at home and so had to call her husband in a panic, who (although he was going to skip church) drove down to give her said medications (thus explaining why he came in through the back door in sweats, having not shaved) - and that the relatively long time she spent in the bathroom was, in fact, not spent on primping or straightening the robe, but in ripping off her microphone, pulling open the robe, and hurriedly injecting the cetro.tide that she was supposed to have injected 30 minutes ago, all while muttering, "shitshitshitshitshit" under her breath and making yet another resolution NOT to swear in church because one of these days, that microphone is going to be accidentally on, and then there's going to be some trouble.

Just in case you wondered.

5 comments:

  1. oh my goodness... we must write that book.

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  2. oh no! although, if i'm being totally truthful, i did chuckle at that image a bit. there is no rest for the wicked. :)

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  3. I find this funny to imagine; the pastor swearing in the church. Totally called for!

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  4. Great story! I'm with Sarah, you need to write a book.

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  5. That. Is. Awesome.

    thank you for the wonderful story this morning. i'm sure my mother will love it. now if only she'd learn not to laugh so hard in church -- somehow my father always blames poor little ME at those moments.

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