Of course, doing that kinda partyin' is just asking for something to go awry. Fast forward to about 5 pm on Saturday. The dear Hubs had dropped Josh off at a friend's bowling party and was on an errand to pick up a few essential dessert items I had forgotten to get for our next party on Sunday with my family. I had the other two dear children at church with me for our dinner before Bible study.
Ellie had an accident in the church's bathroom and I have no change of clothes for her. Ugg. I cry out for help in a quick call to the Hubs.
Enter odd timing.
The Hubs is at the local discount grocery store picking up whipped cream in a can, and a bottle of wine that caught his fancy. So as he is checking out, I call, asking desperately for him to pick up some pants and underwear.
Enter loud cell phone conversation.
"So you need underwear?" (said loudly on the phone, in front of the cashier)...
While checking out with whipped cream in a can. And a bottle of wine.
Underwear+whipped cream+wine= odd look from cashier.
'Cause that's just how we roll.