Now, don't get me wrong, I don't mean to compare myself to a WWII veteran, but last night I think I got a glimpse of the meaning of the word.
Imagine this:
The church foyer is large when there are no people in it, but on a Wednesday night can become, how shall we say, wall-to-wall-I-can't-even-walk-through-it busy.
Last night was no exception.
With 100 or so people clamoring for attention, by the end of the night I was unable to form a complete sentence. Oh get real, I think I would have been hard-pressed to think of the WORD "sentence".
A friend was one of the later registrants, and was the sad recipient of my done brain. We laughed at my inability to think, my deer-in-the-headlights stare and the fact that I could not form words. I hope I see her today so she does not think I am a complete whacko.
Welcome to another year of AWANA. WHOOP!
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Reminds me of the first twelve month post partum...
Hope you have a great year in AWANA!
What number is this for you?
I believe she's at about year 158. Or maybe that's just what it feels like after last night...
Keithslady nailed it!
Posttoomanypeople depression!
And though it does feel like signficantly more, this is year 21.
So sad I am not able to be apart of Bawana anymore!! Have fun--especially on the snow days!1
Hey seriously, if you ever need me to run interference for you...just call.
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