So I'm in the shower, this morning, trying to force myself to an acceptable level of wakefulness. when I had what personal injury lawyers call a "slip and fall." My  leg went up and I had exactly one second of horrified helplessness before falling head first onto the porcelain.  I'll spare you the next few minutes. Eventually I realized I had lost neither blood nor consciousness and I'd better get up because today was going to be a busy day. I marched down the hall and turned on Rachel's light, while keeping an ear out for Laura's cell phone alarm. This, after all, was the fourth day of Vactaion Buble School;, and all three of us were due at church in less than an hour.  Laura eased my aching head by telling a hilarious story from the previous night's babysitting, which I will let her share herself. I just wish i could have seen her face.   
  Thirty minuted later, I approached the tiki hut sitting between the pulpit and lectern holding an enormous tote bag bulging wi the body of my alter ego for the week,  an incredibly self-involved flamingo named Flame'.   Flame' is blindingly pink  and looks like the love child of Toucan Sam and somebody's plastic yard flamingo.  I put a hideous necklace on her to mock her Paris Hilton personality.  I checked my clip on mike and prepared for the morning assembly. I finally came up with the right combination of pillow and cushion to make crouching behind a tiki hut semi comfortable. The kids seem to like Flame', which does not surprise me. Kids love puppets. I love puppets, which is the main reason I said yes to this gig after studiously avoiding volunteering to herds crowds of small children aroun the church for a week.  I will say, though, that I have never regretted doing Vacation Bible School.  I guess it gives me chance to be a kid again, to learn silly songs, make gooey crafts, and pound the gym floor with my tennis shoes. Dodgeball, anyone?  I should go supervise the making of dinner. My head still hurts. I am sooooo going to enjoy vacation next week.

Yesterday was pretty good day, except for the part where I fell asleep in front of the T.V. But considering the day I had, a small recliner nap wasn't  that bad. I got up at obscene hour so that I could spend some time at the church library. I briefly considered further communion with my pillow until I remembered the library helpers that would show up and wonder where I was. So I hauled myself to the (mostly) deserted church and started in on some paperwork. First, though, I wrote Rachel a letter at camp. I hope to get one from her today. I went tyo the children's library downstairs and added some plastic animals from my impressive collection to the "Narnia" themed display window.  Eventually my two volunteers showd up and I put them to work putting cards in the card catalog and spine labels on books. After the elderly volunteer left, Gail and I went back downstairs to rearrange the children's library. When I took this job back in October. the idea of havingcontrol over the children's library was a major factor in my decision. I love children's books. I consider any child who doesn't read to be living a life of horrendous deprivation.  So the opportunity to tempt a few more rugrats into my tiny temple of the written word makes the annoying parts of the job worth it. Plus, I get to purge the library of tomes like "I want to be a Homemaker", complete with ilustrations right out of Dick and Jane.  Out with the dated and boring!! Bring on Mercer Mayer and Alexandra Day!!
   O.K., those of you who have read this far will be treated to a funny story. I declared a "mama ain't cookin' nohow, noway" night and off we went to Applebee's, where we parked next to a car with one of those magnetic ribbons on it. I see car ribbons all the time, and I looked at this one, expecting to see the usual "Support the Troops." Imagine the ensuing hilarity when I realized it said "Support Strippers."  This car had several other ribbons, urging us to support. drinking. bad girls. and lap dancing.  This was especially funny because we have a local politician running for re-election against a strip club owner. The incumbent's pubicity staff has used this golden opportunity to plaster the county with flyers declaring that the opponent's business involves NAKED girls DANCING for DRUNK MEN!!!   We decided we were parked next to the strip club owner, who was obviously doing some advertising of her own:-)  Gotta go--mama's got a date with the crock pot.