While at handbell practice yesterday, I saw a piece of cardboard on the floor of the church sanctuary. Being a compulsive litter picker-upper, I grabbed it. It was the front part of a box of sleeping pills. Sleeping pills in church? Since I’m a borderline narcoleptic, I can’t imagine anyone needing sleeping pills at all, much less in a place where someone talks quietly for twenty minutes while you sit still.
I couldn’t take a picture of it on the floor where I found it because all my bell ringers would wonder why I was taking pictures of litter, and I can’t just explain weird actions away like Lauren by telling them I teach preschool. So I took it with me and took a picture in my car:
Hey! I resemble that remark.
Maybe it belonged to one of your bell ringers. The music is getting them so hepped-up-crazy-happy, they needed those pills to calm back down to normal.
(Kudos on being a litter picker-upper, too. The crying Indian would be proud.)
I didn’t know that Kenny Chesney wrote hand bell music.
Where is Peggy? What is going on?
Peggy’s university is on spring break this week, so she’s working from home. But her computer is malfunctioning, so she’s unplugged from the internet. Yikes! I can’t even imagine…