For as long as I live I may never understand why I have such strangely humorous luck.
Or in other words, why it is that people don’t listen to me when I speak.
My latest example is the children’s division coordinator at church asked if I’d do story time one week this month at church. I said yes, but not the second weekend. I won’t be at church. I’ll be traveling for a wedding.
Which weekend was I put on the schedule for?
The second weekend. Of course!
Anyone else out there suffer from this type of craziness? Or is it just me? (I have other examples, too. This happens all the time. This was just the most recent.)