* waiting on paint to dry …
Please pay attention cause I am only going to say this once … bless mr. preacher man’s heart. There, I said it and actually meant it. Yesterday we had a church service project, that project was to paint a room at the pregnancy center here in town. Lots of our church family had other things going on yesterday, work, ballgames, previous engagements … so the pickins’ of help were lean to say the least. Mr. preacher man, who possesses some ultra smooth painting skills, got stuck with us. By us I mean …
Kristie, Anna, Emily and myself. Please just stop and say bless, I’ll understand.
I’d say it would be more apt to call the 4 of us painting cheerleaders as opposed to actual painters …
We pondered a right much over the areas that needed painting … it’s a cool trick to look busy but not really be busy.
We even put a lot of concentration in to looking busy …
Well maybe we did help a little bit …
Or maybe I just only took pictures of the 6 times we were actually doing something and didn’t take any of the 82 % of the time we were sitting around talking waiting on the paint to dry.
In truth, we did have a good day. It was nice to hang out with the girls and watch Eric work while we chatted away about a miriad of issues from the death of a sweet friend, to tattoos, to hair buns and no makeup.
me.
