


Then this girl told me that she was good with the driving...
Meet Awesome Amber, preschool ministry assistant. She is the wind beneath my wings and is now the designated event driver. I did drive the first 30 minutes but then we had to stop at the Chik-fil-a to get chicken biscuits. (Note to the northern reader: southerners put chicken on a biscuit and call it breakfast.) It was at this time that I handed over the keys to Amber. She assured me that she was up for the task and could handle the responsibility of driving 6 mothers who have 14 children that need to be mothered. No pressure. Also, the experience needed to be smooth because we had one person that could have used an IV drip of Dramamine. Bless your heart...you know who you are, and I'm so sorry for you and your misery. I also enjoyed having Amber drive because it gave me yet another opportunity to boss her. Amber turn here, Amber look this up on the GPS, Amber we need to get some Diet Dr. Pepper, Amber I need to go eat chili dogs at the Varsity...
This is me happy. My only regret is that I didn't get two. Huge mistake.
I will say that I was a little disappointed because only one person at this table ordered a dog. Some of you are still regretting your hamburger purchase decision. As you should be.
Moving right along, here are some of the girls with a security guard at the First Baptist Church of Woodstock, GA. We were trying to get a sneak peak of the unoccupied preschool wing that I'm quite certain has better security than President Bush's current home. I might have been nosing through some welcome center cabinets when I was what the rappers like to call "cold busted" by the honorable Barney Fife. Please know that Barney gives an outstanding church tour, and I'm sure that his fancy electronic key could have gotten us into Disney World if we had just asked.
*I'm sorry to Terezia & Sandy who missed our trip due to the flu epidemic that decided to hit the first week of March.
