Last night was Eighth Grade Affirmation. It’s a church service where we acknowledge the accomplishments of our eighth graders. It’s a nice night. The kids get dressed up real nice and we say nice things about them.
Affirmation has taken place at my church for the past several years. It’s pretty, and it’s a big building, so it can hold all the family members. Since I have keys, I’ve been the opener and closer of the building. I’m glad to help, but my church is kind of creepy when it’s empty and dark. When I arrived yesterday and started turning lights on and such, the mens bathroom light wouldn’t come on. The bulb was burnt out. So I had to go into the creepy supply room to find a light bulb, then replace the light in the creepy window-less bathroom. It all went well, except for the mysterious black substance I got on my shirt cuff.
The service went well. It was short. The kids looked nice. The parents were proud.
What? No picture of your shirt cuff?
And. Your church is creepy when it’s lighted and full of people with the gryphons staring down at everyone and all. I don’t even want to think about it in the dark.
*jibblie*
Hey! It’s one of those light covers that looks like an old-fashioned hard candy, isn’t it? I love those covers, but not when a possible boogeyman could jump out and scare me.
You are very brave.
I DIDN’T check the stalls before I turned the lights out. I hope that’s OK!
Mysterious black substance from the bathroom. Hehehe.
OK, OK – nobody else went this way, so I feel obligated:
Q.: How many Brads does it take to change a light bulb?
(solliciting clever responses….come on, Peggy; you know you have one…Lauren?…)
I’ve got nothin’, because apparently it takes just one – even when the circumstances are super-creepy. 🙂