Monday, May 10, 2010

My Night as a Secret Agent

Tonight I felt like a secret agent. If I tell you what I was doing, you've got to promise to keep it a secret. Tomorrow is our pastor's birthday. I wanted him to feel loved, so I snuck into his office while he was in a meeting and decorated it. It was oh so much fun. I should have taken pictures, but I forgot my camera. It reminded me of my teenage years when I used to roll houses, cars, offices... Let's just say I have a lot of experience with all of this. I know that this will bring back memories for several of my readers who were my partners in crime. I remember the days of toilet papering yards and hiding in the bushes when a car drove by. Once upon a time The Queen of Brussels Sprouts left me as she drove away and I had to walk across the golf course back to her house. I'm sure she will "categorically deny all allegations." There is also my partner in crime, the other part of the "Gruesome Twosome" who helped me to pull off many schemes in my time. Those were the days.

Tonight though, I was feeling my age and majorly out of practice. It was quite the work-out given the time constraints, not wanting to get caught and all. Do you know that I am not as limber as I once was? That's right people, I used to be young and limber and could stand on top of a chair to reach something without worrying that I would fall and break my neck. This is not the case as much anymore. I don't know what happened to me, perhaps those brain cells that were lost giving birth to my children were brain cells related to balance and youth and such. I just think all of those dendrites are not making all of the connections they should make. (By the way, you should be impressed that I remember what dendrites are and what they do. I'm not sure where that information came from in the dark recesses of my little brain.)

I refuse to think that my brain difficulties could be because I am approaching what my hubby says is middle age. Really?! My birthday isn't for several more months. All I'm sayin' is that I don't feel so young lately. And on that note, it is time for me to go to bed. I need all the beauty sleep I can get.


  1. ME?!? I NEVER rolled houses! I never left a friend in need. Nope, I am an angel!

    OK, so I actually don't remember leaving you, but I can bet I know who's house we were rolling. Sorry! Am I forgiven? After all, it gave you good material for a blog post, and that is what is more important. HA!

  2. Yes, you do know who we were rolling and yes, you are forgiven. I loved that party wagon you had. :)
    Who knew you would provide me with good material 20 years later?! Good times, good times.