sorry, this one is a bit blurry...
Ted came in to Primary to see me after church. (I am the new and inexperienced, but enthusiastic chorister; quite a challenge for one who pretends to know how to lead music; at least I know the songs!)
He shows me 2 small cuts above his eye and one below it; the top ones, on his brow bone, are swelling and a small purple bruise was forming. He told me, "I got into a fight during Sunday School." hmmm. Ted? fight? completely out of character. But he did teach the lesson...
I'll let him tell the rest--- hey, if you have some crazy story (like the missionaries giving Maddie a black eye when she was 4 years old; by accident of course) PLEASE leave it as a comment. It's nice to know that others have "jinx" moments, too.
Ted writes: So last Sunday I hurriedly finish the organ postlude and have some chit chat then I need to find a rolling white board. I am ambushed by my stake counterpart so I spend a few minutes with him then I have to go teach my lesson. I'm rolling the board into the chapel and BAM - I did not clear the doorway. The board stops but I do not. Glasses come off and I don't regain my composure until 20 minutes into the lesson, after sustaining this injury at the intersection of Dome and Grill. I blame this incident on looking beyond the mark. Luckily Robyn did not have to pull a Rocky Balboa on my eye.
I have abstained from the blog for a while, I will probably get my own, so that I might freely rhapsodize on the following potential topics: the ubiquitousness of Dolly Parton (i.e. Idol), CD reviews and my clever lyrics to songs (Spiders in the Night), letters of complaint (to Six Flags, RC Willey, et al), and finally, Texas UFO sightings and other cultural oddities. Until then, peace out.
3 comments:
War Mr. No-Depth Perception!
Exciting stories become even more amusing when recounted by a hilarious couple such as you two. If only I saw the world through your entertaining eyes! All the world is pink cotton candy at a circus. Maybe it’s those glasses you wear (see: Family Photo 2007). I see your whole family sees the world through those. ;)
"Spiders in the Night" sounds scary. I saw one last night caught off guard by the sudden light, scampering across the linoleum towards the bathroom sink. And then I saw it again in not a pretty way under the lotion bottle.
Here's a crazy story. My husband accidentally, not seriously shot himself last week. He was just shooting garbage up in the mountains when he decided to shoot at an old tire middle. The bullet bounced off the metal and grazed his cheek. He couldn’t figure out why his cheek stung at first. He was baffled like the kid on The Christmas Story with chants of “you’ll shoot your eye out” playing over and over in his head.
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