Sunday Funnies

Earlier this morning as we were all getting ready for church, Jeff got back from his morning run walk (okay, so he did jog a good part of the way) a bit late and found that I was in the shower in our bathroom.

In the hectic-ness that is our household on Sunday mornings and because of the way our room is situated, I always lock our bedroom door before taking a shower.

Let's just say that I don't want one of our boys busting into the room when I'm getting out of the shower or dressing, because that image would be a heavy load to bear for the rest of their days. Especially if it involves the struggling into putting on of pantyhose. Nobody should ever have to witness that spectacle, which is rather like a butterfly turning back into a caterpillar.

So anyway, Jeff came home, took a look at the clock and realized he'd better get a move on if we were to get to church on time. To hurry things along, he hopped into the shower in the boys bathroom.

While all of this is happening, the phone rings. Now this is a rarity on Sunday mornings, as nearly everyone we know either knows we are heading for church or are there with us.

Jericho picks it up and a male voice asked to speak to his mom or dad.

"Um, my mom is in the shower right now..."

"Oh, well can I speak to your dad?"

"He's in the shower, too."

Awkward pause.

"Uhhhh...okay then. I'll, uh, have to catch them later." Click.

Jeff knocked on the door a few minutes later and came in to tell me about the "telemarketer" call.

We laughed ourselves silly at the thought of some random telemarketer being at a total loss for words after that little exchange, no doubt having gotten a rather risque impression of the state of things in our household.

It wasn't until I was sitting in church later, however, that it occurred to me that Jericho had said he "thought it might be a telemarketer".

Which led to the realization that he wasn't sure.

Which led me to think that there are certain persons in our lives that it would make me blush with embarrassment for the rest of my born days were they the ones who had been on the other end of the line.

People like my dad.

Or (gasp) church members!

Really, there aren't any people we'd exactly want getting that kind of an un-churchlike impression of us, you know?

So there was Jeff, standing up in the pulpit giving the announcements in our Pastor's absence (he was out of town for a conference) when yet another terrible thought occurred to me...

...One that gave me a cringey-sinking feeling and the sensation of a permanent blush on my face:
The very real possibility that it might have been our Pastor that had called.

To add one last-minute thing to the announcements as he's done before while out of town.

Oy, I can barely bear the thought.

The worst part is that there is no relief from the cringing every time I think of it, because there is no way to know for sure who called.

Why, oh why, did I have to be too cheap to add Caller I.D. to our phone plan?