Today I was putting two oval shaped pickles on a slice of white bread - the first step towards making a turkey sandwich, when it struck me that the pickles on bread with a streak of mustard underneath sort of (only sort of, mind you) looked like a face. Maybe not a happy face but still, a face.
And that about sums up my morning... :)
The weirdness actually started yesterday. Last night I was looking for my study Bible under the front car seats. (And as I re-read that sentence, I realize that's a bit strange in and of itself). Then I realized I didn't carry it to church yesterday morning; I carried a different Bible. So I looked through the house once again but no luck. Then this morning, still no study Bible. How can you lose a study Bible??? It's so heavy Phil usually carries it into church for me and I think I may have heard a sotto voice comment or two about getting a backpack on wheels or something of that nature... I mean, we're not talking a pocket New Testament here.
So I went on to church where I do volunteer work for a couple of hours on Mondays. This morning the new scanner thing that I use - well, it wouldn't work. I used all my persuasive charm but the scanner resisted to the bitter end and I had to drag out the old R2D2 model and use it. I got so frustrated that at one point, I'm talking to the "new" scanner as in, "Give me a break! Come on! All I need is for you to work two measly hours! Is that asking too much?" So I'm talking to a scanner right there in the church office, willing the recalcitrant thing to start beeping!!! And then, belatedly, I look over my shoulder to see if any of the staff heard me... Ha! I'll know, I guess, if there is a special prayer meeting called in my honor...
Anyway, after fruitlessly hunting for my study Bible and then talking trash to the church scanner, I went to Subway and as soon as I walked in the door, I found myself at the end of a long line. Subway is never that busy! But it was today...So I turned right around and eventually meandered my way home where suddenly I found myself looking at my sandwich-in-the-making thinking, "Am I turning into Salvador Dali or does that slice of bread-with-pickles really (sort of) look like a face?"
Honestly, if there is a moral to this story, I wouldn't know what it is.
Only that there are just some days that are weird and this is one of them.
And on those days, laughter is not a choice - it is a necessity...:)