Don't break the pew!!

Sometimes I wonder if these little *laughs* in our lives are just meant for me to blog about. If so, I guess I can deal with humiliation, the fear of thinking my life was over, and almost loosing my cute high heel, black church shoes just for your pleasure over a little blunder that happened at church last night...

For years now my mother has been telling my father not to lean back in our old wooden pews at church. "Honey, one of these days you are going to arch your back and your whole family will go flying." She said in her sweet wifey way. *My father laughs*

She also explained that one of these days my sister will be in the sound booth, the rest of my family will either be sick or in other parts of the church and it will only be my dad and myself sitting on the pew and I will be catapulted off of the pew. Ya...that sounds like a day to remember.

So last night our new assistant pastor was preaching and we are all listening attentively. Our Bibles were on our laps, our eyes were up front and all of the sudden I heard it....

A Gun shot? Was that a gun shot that went clearly to our pew? Since I felt like we were now lopsided.

Nope. No gun shot. It was my father!!! Yes he did it. Just like mom said many, many times. He arched his back and a screw came loose "Don't anybody move." I thought "We are going down!" Yes...the sermon stopped, everybody looked at us, my face turned red....

And I believe for midweek service we will be sitting in another pew.....