If you have “blonde moments.”
If you lock yourself out of your car AND the house. At the same time.
If you cut yourself on your new Pyrex lid. (Or wait, maybe that was just me…)
If you’ve ever dropped a box of Band-Aids OR your keys in the toilet.
If you cover toilet seats in public restrooms with paper before you sit down.
This could happen to you:
You’re having a normal day at work. Everything is going great. Finally it’s time to leave, and you bid your coworker goodbye. You get home and greet your husband, who looks at you funny and asks: “Baby, what is that sticking out of your pants?”
That’s when you realize were carrying around a wad of toilet paper stuffed into your waistband, for God only knows how long.
Yes, in case you are wondering, that was me on Monday. I’m confessing because I don’t want the same thing to happen to you. I’m not exactly sure how this happens, but now that I know it can, I’m warning you.
(And I hope you appreciate my willingness to embarrass myself for your sake.)
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