Call me Mrs. Case, or Space if you want to.

I have to tell on myself because this is so funny I can't keep it to myself.

It all started with a crabby, teething little baby boy-it is good to have someone to blame it on... I was trying to feed him before church-nothing doing. He struggled and fought when anything touched his gums no matter what it was. (Tooth just breaking the surface.) Finally I looked at the clock and realized I was running late. Remember that I live right on the church campus. Out my front door to the left is the temple where they hold adult services, and to the right across the dirt parking lot is the trailer where the nursery is. Behind our apartments are parked buses that are converted into classes. Ruth and Rebecca were already there, because Ryan took them, and he was waiting for me in the service. I locked the front door, baby on hip, purse on arm and Elisabeth in hand.

The moment I shut the door I had this sinking feeling. What is wrong? Why is there this klaxon going off in my head like I just sealed the gate of doom? I looked at my feet. I was wearing house slippers. They were flip flop types, with no piece between the toe. Very casual. Not only that, worn to shreds. But over my nylons. Yes, very geeky.

And that was not all, oh no. I took the babies to their class, and walk/ran to the temple, thankful that the service was starting late, (Mexico is wonderful that way) and made my confession to Ryan. I pointed at my peeping toes and said, "Just look at what I noticed right after I locked the door!"

He looked at me unbelievingly, like I was joking.

"Keys, please! I have to get back!"

"You're kidding me."

"No I'm not, look at my flip flops! C'mon!" (Outstretched hand dancing impatiently.)

"Sarah, I don't have the keys."

(This explains the klaxon.)

SO, after the invitation, while they were taking a special offering for something, I slipped out, got my most agile child out of her class in the bus (Ruth) took a screen off one of my windows, opened it, and put her inside to open the door for me. All the while grinning sheepishly at the ushers who were walking by laughing at me.

Oh, I almost forgot. Remember the whole baby fighting off dinner incident??? After I sat down for the service, feet tucked firmly under my chair, I looked down at my dress, and there, I saw my son's dinner on my chest. I must have looked funny hugging my open Bible on top of my purse in the back of the church with my feet under my chair. OH WELL! Praise the Lord it was a great service! I am sure no one noticed, you know how it is when you feel like the dorkiest person alive though...