Father Tawny bolted past me yesterday carrying something. I glanced down. A bag!
Could it be?! Finally? Trash?!
No, peeps. Let that breath out. Just a small suitcase.
I admit. I sighed, disappointed.
He must not have heard me, because, seconds later, he matter-of-factly announced:
“Weeell, I’m off to Awwstraaawlia for two weeks!”
Moving fast as he always does, Tawny dropped the bag on the stairs. Quickly, I scooped it up for him, secretly checking its heft. Heavy for its size. Could be trash.
(Are you really going to Awwstraaawlia, Father Tawny?)
As I handed the bag back to him, he smiled and said:
“Awww, ahhren’t you kind?”
Hmm.
Wellll ….
Hmm.
I think he’s probably really going to Australia.
with ONE small bag? for two weeks? that sounds suspicious, even for a man.
get your detective hat out, girl!
Ohhhh, Gladys. Gladys, Gladys, Gladys… 😉
Hi, Amanda Sue’s big sis here.
I must say your blog about Christian camp has frightened ME. Are the kids spawn of the Menendez brothers? (do they allow conjugal visits on death row?)
Is this Wrath of God camp? I’ll be very interested to hear more of your experience once you’ve..uh…experienced it.
Love that, Jenn — “Wrath of God” camp. Let’s hope not!