Wake up late because I stayed up too late (silly me).
Plan outfit while lying in bed trying/praying to be joyful and excited about going to work.
Can't find pants that were planned for outfit.
Find pants folded in bottom of laundry basket with clean clothes.
Find small white spot on the upper butt region of pants; figuring they must be clean, it might be flour, and that shirt will cover spot, put on pants.
Get everything ready go and look in mirror to put hair up.
See big spot of glitter glue on pant leg.
No time to change, grab wet wash cloth and scrub off as much glitter as possible.
Walk out the door and realize glitter is from Bear Trap and pants aren't clean.
Gross. If only my boss knew just how deep my excellent "professional" look really goes. At least they don't smell like tuna.
Wait; are the other clothes clean in the basket?
Get asked by one of my least enjoyable (to put it nicely) students if I'm pregnant. (Don't get excited mom; I'm not pregnant.)
Feel like throwing up. (Really, I'm not pregnant)
Realize since park is unavailable on the 24th that the wedding might need to be moved to the 31st and that I would have move at the same time as my wedding.
Now I really want to throw up.
Becca brings me orange juice.
I feel loved and thankful.
Evan makes me dinner and watches a silly cartoon with me. (Thanks Daniel :)
My heart is happy and surrounded by comfort from the beautiful people Jesus put in my life.
I didn't see this post earlier. So sad. But I'm glad you had a sweet finish.
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