Sunday Silliness

I had a rough day yesterday. The day started out fine. I got up, made cinnamon rolls for the hubby and me, and got ready for church. Church was AMAZING! The songs were awesome, the sermon was great, I left feeling great! During worship time they did read Psalm 77 though and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I grabbed Phill, got goosebumps, and teary-eyed. Psalm 77 was the passage put on the back of the Team Shaelynn shirts and the passage my sister and her husband clung to during Shaelynn's battle with cancer. Yesterday was also the 2 month mark for how long my mother has been gone. I realized this at church as well. However, the music lifted me up and the sermon lifted me as well. After church we went about our day with a little shopping, a nap, and then making supper together. After supper I just got into a funk. I miss my mom and Shaelynn like crazy. I want them back and it hurts so bad. I can't count how many times I have about picked up the phone and dialed my mom to be slapped back into reality that she's not there. I loved our Sunday night talks about how our weekends were. I miss how she would call me when Phill was in school to make sure my doors were locked and I was safe inside until he got home. I just miss her!

Phill took me out for ice cream lastnight at about 9:30 to cheer me up. We went to Wendy's and I had a chocolate chip cookie dough Frosty. We then drove around for awhile and just talked. I don't know what came over me, must have been a sugar high or something, but I all of a sudden got very silly. We saw a plane earlier in the day and it looked like it was hanging in mid-air, not really moving. We saw a helicopter on our ice cream run and I was saying how fast it was going. He said "Actually airplanes travel faster than helicopters." I said "Well that airplane driver from earlier today sure didn't seem to be going very fast." Airplane driver? I couldn't' think of the word PILOT!! I then started trying to talk in a Texan accent, don't ask me why, to which Phill told me I could never be a spy! We watch Burn Notice together and the guy is a former spy. He's always talking in different accents on the job.

I asked Phill why he had given me a dirty look during church. He said "You burped." I said, "No, it was just the voice in my throat!" He now says when he toots "It's just the voice in my butt!" HAHA!

And we drove by Ladyslipper Park which I thought was HI-larious! Don't know why but it just seemed funny.

I also asked Phill why we couldn't live in Owasso Hills? Gated community right in our price range, NOT!! Phill then told me I needed to go home and go to bed, he feared Wendy's had slipped some drugs into my frosty!