Mercy

Last night the last crafter left at 1:30 am. We went into the deep end with our conversation and were reluctant to get out of the pool. Love doing that.

Then Drew and I putzed around til 2:30 and after that we prayed together for a few minutes.
Late night.
So glad I didn't have to work today.

Had my sister attack my scalp with a crochet hook instead. She used the hook to pull strands of hair through a holey shower cap. Felt like getting a hundred bee stings on my head. Then it felt like I was being scalped when the cap was pulled off. Which was nothing compared to the pain of having the matted mess of hair detangled with a pick.

I left her place with a head ache.
So I took some more of that PMS Tylenol.

An hour later the dental hygienst scraped my teeth with enthusiasm. "It's like scraping barnacles off a ship's hull" she said with a gleem in her eye.
My cavity-free mouth hurt when I left. Twas pulsing with pain.

So I took some more of that PMS Tylenol.

We got home at 4, and as I sat down to check my e-mails, a wave of discomfort rolled over my lower back and abdomen.
Nice.

Took some more of that PMS Tylenol, put a heated magic bag behind my back and sank onto my couch. I was drifting off into that friendly floaty place when at 4:15 Drew roused me. "We've got to go"...

We met up with some friends and went to the Lynden Fair, a stereo-typical American fair.

Sandra, Sharon and Maxine. Can you feel the fun?

Megan came too.

So did Dane,

and Eric,

and Matt.

The older guys encouraged my sweet, innocent little Drew to flirt with the beautiful young woman two rows ahead of us, and ask her for a pice of pizza.

He did.

And that's the pizza.

He's a smooth operator. He's 12.

I am so in trouble.

THIS was the reason for our visit to Lynden.

Mercy Me.

We sat in the free seat section.

Can I tell you how fantastic that concert was?

It was INCREDIBLE. Wonderful. Moving. Worshipful. Emotional. Tears were pouring down my cheeks (but that could have been the PMS now that I think about it...)

Oh, it was awesome.

Three things i'm thankful for:

1. Friends who like to visit.

2. Friends who like to do things.

3. Sons who still like to pray with their moms.

Shalom,