Friday, November 6, 2009
So I was walking around Gulley Park with a 9th grader a couple days ago having a great discussion about the Lord and life in general when something sort of fell from the sky. I just felt like, my hair move. I can't explain it, but I thought it was maybe just the wind or something. So we kept walking for a few miles and at one point I tightened my pony tail. As we walked i noticed a little brown on my hand. Well, that is gross and I didn't know if I'd stepped in something or brushed up against some mud on a tree or WHAT. I tried to keep talking with her like normal as I discretely wiped the brown stuff off my hand while checking the bottom of my shoe at the same time. Something was definitely not right, but I couldn't put my finger on it for awhile. Or could I? Yes, I definitely COULD put my finger on it. But who would WANT to? As I was driving to the gym, I reached back to tighten my pony tail again when my fingers came across a clump of, yep, you guessed it, BIRD POOP that was on top of my head. WOW. EXCELLENT. I don't know if the student ever noticed, though I think she would have told me and laughed her head off if she had. But it sure isn't an experience many people can share with me and I laughed out loud for five minutes after realizing what happened. Oh what a great day!