Barry will tell you that’s an exaggeration. But I’m sure that by the end of this story, if you’re a woman, you’ll agree. If you’re a man…probably not. Because I think as long as men have on underwear, they consider themselves dressed. :-p I’ve already shared this on Instagram, so it might be a repeat for some.
It was the end of the service. We were leaving…having been at church for about 2 1/2 hours at that point. That’s when it happened. A blessed saint leaned over as I was leaving and said, “Dear, you do know there is a rip down the side of your top, right?” Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I’m pretty sure I had a deer in the headlights look. I laughed it off and said “No doubt! The kids have been pulling on me today.” I smiled and continued my trip out.
Inside I was screaming “DEAR GOD! PLEASE LET IT BE A TEENIE, TINY LITTLE RIP?!”
You know how sometimes God says “no?” Well….this was one of those times. I had that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew it was bad. (more…)