Well, why not? I'm not going to be all official NaPoBlog or whatever--just need the creative outlet.
Since the month started yesterday, I'll tell a story from yesterday. Mike and I got to church late (per usual) and found a couple of chairs at the back of the chapel. Two teenagers sat in front of us. They did the whole bicker/nudge thing, so I figured them for siblings.
About 10 minutes before the meeting ended, I looked up from my iPhone (aka godsend) to see the girl attempting to finger tweeze a hair out of the boy's eyebrow. Took a few attempts, but she eventually succeeded. Boy winced with pain and rubbed the spot before slapping the girl on the arm.
I've seen backrubs and canoodling at church, but not this level of personal grooming. What's next, trimming one's toenails? Flossing? Nasal irrigation?
I posted a quick FaceBook status update about the above and watched as the meeting wound down. Last speaker wraps it up. Closing hymn announced.
An older couple was sitting one row ahead of the young groomers. When the closing hymn was announced, the old guy shifted in his chair and cut loose an astonishingly loud fart.
The girl heard and looked at the boy accusingly. He mouthed "It wasn't me!" and then the battle was on to contain their laughter. The girl laughed/sang the first line of the hymn and she was out. The boy didn't even try.
By then, I was in a full blown case of the giggles that interrupted my singing and continued as the closing prayer began. The girl and boy ahead of me had calmed down by then, but I kept giggling every time I thought of what just happened.
After that episode, Sunday school was pretty tame. THANK GOD.
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I once watched a wife trim her husband's ear hairs with fingernail clippers in the middle of the talk being given by the Dry Council.
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