I wish I could say I spent the weekend showcasing to
the world my brilliance and wit.
 
But I can’t.

Instead, I stood in our laundry room/pantry on
Friday morning having a conversation with myself about the empty bottle of
laundry detergent. I looked inside the bottle and thought to myself, “I wonder
if the washing machine will be ok if I swish water around in this bottle to get
out the last remaining bit of detergent then pour it in the machine. Will water ruin a washing machine?”
I mean really.

It’s a washing machine, for Pete’s sake. OF COURSE
it’s ok if water is in it. I’d even go so far as to say water is a necessary
part of a washing machine working properly. As soon as the words crossed my
brain I vowed no one would hear about my momentary lack of intelligence, but
here I am, telling the whole world. In my own defense, I was just trying to do
doing everything possible to avoid
flooding the house for the second time in one
month.
 
In other news, on Saturday I finished knitting a bear
hat for a baby. Obviously my Army bear is not the intended wearer, but he was
the only model I had around. (After all, it’s not like a bear needs to wear a hat
that looks like a bear.)
Something very tragic happened on Sunday. We were sitting in the church parking lot before Sunday school and I opened the visor mirror so I could apply my lip gloss. I leaned forward and SAW A GRAY HAIR. It wasn’t the whole strand of hair, just about an inch and a half long, BUT IT WAS GRAY. That make me forgot all about my lips because GRAY TODAY MEANS WHITE TOMORROW AND PERHAPS IT’S TIME TO START DYING MY HAIR OR BUYING WIGS. All Christopher did during this time was read about how the world is collapsing (aka the news) on his phone (heartless because clearly his wife’s world was collapsing around her ears) and suggest that I didn’t pull out all my grays because then I’d be bald. He didn’t even have a black marker on him so I could color that hair. You can imagine how much attention I paid to the Sunday school lesson. 
 
By the time we arrived at the park for our picnic date, I was somewhat calmer.
The gray hair isn’t even visible in this picture. My ridiculously long arm is visible in three lenses but at this point I should probably pick my battles carefully.