slacking
One hour and 20 before midnight and I am feeling a bit…
I don’t know. Uninterested in the lesson I have to give in church tomorrow. Egad. How am I supposed to teach something that makes no sense to me. And I didn’t start reading or studying this a month in advance because…
I don’t do that sort of thing. I have other things to do, like paint walls and eat doritos.
I called JJ downstairs and asked for help. He came down got a cheese stick, warmed it up for 10 seconds with the wrapper on and skipped happily back upstairs. Almost like the only reason I called him down was to try my new cheese stick discovery.
And now I have one hour 17 minutes until midnight and the brain heads into hibernation. Man. I wish I was good at throwing these lessons together in a way that teenagers would like to listen. How do you entertain teens with church info? They are far more interested in prom, text messaging, and matching prom outfits.
Also, somehow while painting, I got paint in my bangs. Now it appears that I have had a sudden infestation of gray. And that nagging cough. I think the gray and coughing fits will really entertain the teens.
Maybe I should just bring a pinata. Or possibly just baseball bats. That would really keep the kiddies happy. And possibly ham sandwiches.