On my death bed, that friggin phone is gonna ring, and it's either going to be my son asking me, "what are you doing?", or a telemarketer trying to sell me some freaking life insurance!!
The little older lady over on the other gravel road called me this afternoon. She invited me to a "meeting of the ladies" from her church. I told her thank you very much for the invitation but I had to decline because I was not feeling well, she replied that I did not sound well either (after removing myself from my prone position on the couch and a stumbling hunt for the phone,,I reckon I didn't sound so good). What I did not tell her was that I would be kinda nervous about attending a meeting with her church ladies. They are of the Penecostal Faith, I call it the holy roller's church.
I only ever attended one of their services back when I was a kid and about mid-way through the service when some of the ladies on the first row started rolling around in the floor and talking weird, I was looking for an exit or a place to make one. Some of these churches also have snake handlers, and I know for certain that I would not be able to politely sit through a service with snakes in attendance. I do believe I will be trying to avoid this little lady in the future.
Such was my day.
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