Ohhhh my aching back!
Bob and I took the family to church Sunday. (He's back home btw). I believe that I may have hit a new low, but then got humbled in return. You see, it was Communion and we go to a very traditional Church. Communion is done, kneeling at the Altar. Ok, we've been in Church almost 2 hours, my stomach has decided to growl everytime the Preacher has prayed, I mean people were staring, and now as we are taking our food and drink, my knees are killing my from being on them, and I'm wishing my little... Sign in to see full entry.