So, I have a funny (and embarrassing) story. First of all, I will explain the circumstances. We spent this past weekend with my grandparents. Charlie was unable to come so I had both kids to myself. (with some help from the fam) Anne was a basket case. Louis wasn't much better. The parts between stars (*) are my thoughts.
Saturday night we go to bed with the intention of getting up early to go to Piper's church in the Twin Cities. I woke up at 5:30, squint at the clock and lay in bed waiting for 6 to roll around. All of a sudden, I hear a noise. *It sounds like a horn of some sort* *There it goes again.* *Oh.my.goodness, it is the second coming!* Jump out of bed and run to the window. The sky is an orangey-gold. *Yup, this is it* *I am so not ready* *I better call Charlie and see if he hears it too* Grabs phone. *Hm, I should check on everyone first* Throws some modest clothes on and runs to the room across the hallway where Traci and her family are staying. *Traci is not in bed, but Jim is still here. Traci was raptured and Jim wasn't?! I knew something was off with him.* *Oh wait, I'm still here too!* Jumps on bed and Jim pops up. "Jim, do you here that?" J: "What?" me: " I think Jesus has come back." *he doesn't even hear it!!* J: "You mean the train?"
THE END
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for the record, I (Traci) was in the living room recliner rocking a sick baby... that is why I wasn't with my family.
jessi just told me this story over lunch today...you are hilarious!
Hahahah...that is awesome! You always have the best stories!
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