Here I am in services, listening to these amazing preacher. (I will be going to Red River next year . . I mean, this guy is three shakes past gifted.) And it occurs to me . . who's feeding him while he's here? So I ask Robert to invite him for dinner tomorrow (that would be tonight). We'll have him and the Lamores over. Yeah. Maybe the Kellys too . . yeah, that's the ticket. So, off goes Robert to invite him. He accepts but the preacher doesn't like to eat before services - who can blame him? Burps.
Anyhow, so Robert says, that's okay, and proceeds to invite three other couples!!!! Okay, cool. I absolutely love everyone he's invited, but have this vision of the bug carcasses in window ledges and lint 'afghans' peeking out from under the couch, and the sprinkled testimony of Brymers manliness scattered throughout. And the vacuum cleaner is at the shop! They'll be here in only 12 hours!
Gotta go.
The Fam!
All Us Huttons
2 comments:
okay jackie, just breath!
how much dirt and lint could here be, you just moved in, right? :) well, that is to pit fall of having poeple at your house! Mondays at 7:25 (because the guys get there around 7:30) i begin throwing stuff in other rooms and closing doors!
if you need a vacuumm, i think caleb might have one at his shop!
see ya tonight!
Okay, I just can't resist: "Martha, Martha!"
Your hospitality far outweighs anything Brymer could spray over the house - ewwwww! See you later!
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