Slumber Party
It’s already Thursday, so apparently I’m still trying to wake up.
I could mention that, during church on Sunday, the sleepy bug evidently crawled up my leg and bit me on the rear and that I suddenly, for a relatively brief period of time, felt very warm and drowsy and that I had a bit of trouble staying alert.
I could mention that it was most certainly the bug and not the message. I can assure you of that, as we’ve been studying Proverbs, and it is really good stuff.
I could mention all that, but it wouldn’t really matter. All that really seems to matter right now is that I am embarrassed.
I could mention that, during church on Sunday, the sleepy bug evidently crawled up my leg and bit me on the rear and that I suddenly, for a relatively brief period of time, felt very warm and drowsy and that I had a bit of trouble staying alert.
I could mention that it was most certainly the bug and not the message. I can assure you of that, as we’ve been studying Proverbs, and it is really good stuff.
I could mention all that, but it wouldn’t really matter. All that really seems to matter right now is that I am embarrassed.
Shall I explain? Of course, I shall!
Between services, our pastor and I exchanged general pleasantries. The conversation went something like this. (Okay, it went exactly like this.)
Me: Good morning!
(Insert my smile here… you can imagine what it looked like.)
Pastor: Hey now,… I didn’t mean to put you to sleep in there!
(Insert his smile here… you can imagine what it looked like.)
(Now insert the dropping of my jaw and the widening of my eyes—which, by the way, were now quite awake.)
I could have said, “Oh no no nooo! It wasn’t you but my boy waking up at 3am this morning!” or “Oh no no nooo! It was the Benadryl. It always knocks me out!”
I could mention that I said those snappy things… But I can’t since in my apparent sleepy-shock, all brain functions shut down.
Completely.
Instead, I said nothing. In fact, I responded with something so much more profound...
Instead, I said nothing. In fact, I responded with something so much more profound...
I groaned out a guttural “nnnuuuhhhhhhh” that likely sounded just as dumb as I must’ve looked during my observed rest.
To my credit, I don’t think I ever totally fell asleep. Granted, I may have listened some with my eyes closed. And my head may have bobbled a couple times. But I didn’t get whiplash. And I didn’t drool. And I didn’t snore.
And if such humiliation was to befall me again, I absolutely would not mention it to my husband at the start of the second service. Else I might be trying to tame the giggle bug that bites when such awkward things are spoken aloud. And that, too, is also quite embarrassing.
To my credit, I don’t think I ever totally fell asleep. Granted, I may have listened some with my eyes closed. And my head may have bobbled a couple times. But I didn’t get whiplash. And I didn’t drool. And I didn’t snore.
And if such humiliation was to befall me again, I absolutely would not mention it to my husband at the start of the second service. Else I might be trying to tame the giggle bug that bites when such awkward things are spoken aloud. And that, too, is also quite embarrassing.
Hmmm. Maybe this Sunday I'll wear sunglasses.
by LaughterThoughts | 12:10 PM
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1 Comments:
Too funny! I hate it when my head suddenly jerks back and I realize I must have fallen asleep at some point because I just woke up from something. Next time you get sleepy in church just do what my Uncle Ron does: Hold your scriptures open in your lap and put your head down as if reading them. Just make sure not to snore and your good to go.
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