Slacker Church Lady

Some of my friends at a  yoga forum were watching the last episode of Outback House and discussing ideas
for parodies. One idea is "Slacker House". A bunch of people live
together, no one has a job and together they take on the challenges of
the slacker lifestyle. Like dude, where's the remote? Who smoked all the pot?
The loser would be the first one who actually cleaned something or bought food.

ugh - after this evening, I think I'll also volunteer for "Slacker Church Lady".

I help out with baptismal preparation, which means visiting the
families the week or so before the baptism prep class, and helping out
at class. I've repeatedly forgotten to check my mailbox at church for
the home visit forms, then once I've gotten them, forgotten to call the
families.

I managed to get ahold of them at the last minute to visit tonight,
then promptly frittered time away walking in the coulees with my kids,

resulting in a mad rush to get dinner on the table and rush out the
door, smelling all garlicky and still wearing the ratty Roots T-shirt
I'd been wearing all day. Then I quickly memorized the parents and
babies names while standing at the door, cause I'd neglected to do that
beforehand.

And after my visits were done, I took the $20 of birthday money I
strongarmed from my Theo because I was low on cash, and stopped at the
liquor store to buy beer.

Today will be better day, I am sure. Provided I don't forget to bring the donuts for the baptism class.