We used to go to church at 9 am. . .it's so early . . .it makes Saturday night really sad because you have to go to bed early just to be able to get up and get out the door on time. It is also especially early if you have three girls to dress and a husband that really, really wants you to iron his shirt not because he can't but because he feels all taken care of and special if you do and it's one thing one can do to serve him on Sunday. What I'm trying to say is that church at 9 am is so EARLY. . .but church at 1:30 pm is RIDICULOUS. What am I supposed to do with these crazy girls all morning? Go ride your bike Avonleah but make sure you're singing songs about Jesus and please don't get dirty or you'll have to shower AGAIN before church. And how do you fit lunch in without getting their sunday dresses dirty before church. Srsly it is a whole crazy ballgame now that we go to church at 1:30 pm. Luckily last Sunday someone in our neighborhood is an avid drinker and won a Budweiser contest. See, there are definite perks to having alcoholics who haven't completed step 1 (admitting you have a problem) *ohnoyoudidn'tface* So with our neighbor's win the actual Budweiser Clydesdales and stagecoach came and paraded through our neighborhood to deliver his prizes. Our girls love love love horses so we took them to watch the festivities and then sadly delivered the news that no they will never get to ride the stagecoach like that man because only Budweiser drinkers get to do that. . .boo hoo. . .but those horses sure were beautiful.
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