Salvaged from the wreckage
So I'm in the shower, this morning, trying to force myself to an acceptable level of wakefulness. when I had what personal injury lawyers call a "slip and fall." My leg went up and I had exactly one second of horrified helplessness before falling head first onto the porcelain. I'll spare you the next few minutes. Eventually I realized I had lost neither blood nor consciousness and I'd better get up because today was going to be a busy day. I marched down the hall and turned on Rachel's light, while keeping an ear out for Laura's cell phone alarm. This, after all, was the fourth day of Vactaion Buble School;, and all three of us were due at church in less than an hour. Laura eased my aching head by telling a hilarious story from the previous night's babysitting, which I will let her share herself. I just wish i could have seen her face.
Thirty minuted later, I approached the tiki hut sitting between the pulpit and lectern holding an enormous tote bag bulging wi the body of my alter ego for the week, an incredibly self-involved flamingo named Flame'. Flame' is blindingly pink and looks like the love child of Toucan Sam and somebody's plastic yard flamingo. I put a hideous necklace on her to mock her Paris Hilton personality. I checked my clip on mike and prepared for the morning assembly. I finally came up with the right combination of pillow and cushion to make crouching behind a tiki hut semi comfortable. The kids seem to like Flame', which does not surprise me. Kids love puppets. I love puppets, which is the main reason I said yes to this gig after studiously avoiding volunteering to herds crowds of small children aroun the church for a week. I will say, though, that I have never regretted doing Vacation Bible School. I guess it gives me chance to be a kid again, to learn silly songs, make gooey crafts, and pound the gym floor with my tennis shoes. Dodgeball, anyone? I should go supervise the making of dinner. My head still hurts. I am sooooo going to enjoy vacation next week.