getting to church on sundays is a fiasco most weeks. we usually move hotels every third sunday or so, and yesterday was no exception. we typically pack all of stuff the night before, but there's always the last minute things that usually take the most time to pack because instead of just packing them, you also need to use them. like the curling iron. and the lotion. and then there's the constant not knowing where things are. did they get packed? are they in the hybrid or the vivint-mobile?
and it's always our luck that the things we need are buried under piles of stuff already packed in the car. usually these things we need are david's church shoes and his ties. always lost or buried. always.
so for the past two weeks, my man's been rocking black nikes and no tie to church. it's a real good look for him, but he's not convinced.
and then i tell him not to worry about it because i look good enough for the both of us.
i got your back, babe.