On A Sunday Afternoon

A good Sunday at church. Worship was good. Dave said, "Sorry I kept missing your queues."

And I said, "You did?"

We are sooo in sync.

Tony and I grabbed lunch at Quiznos then stopped by friends, a deaf couple we met in the down town neighborhood. They were able to move to a nicer apartment and we hadn't seen them in awhile. They had a guest who was also deaf but lip read well and also had some hearing, so we were able to talk through translation rather than writing on paper. They are a neat couple.

Then off to Lowes to use a gift certificate given to Tony for Pastor Appreciation month. He wanted to get chairs for the back yard, but he rocks in them so hard, they break. First he breaks his, then mine.

So, we got a swing this time. We had to pay a little extra over what the gift card paid. 

$19.78.

I said, "Hey, the year I was born."

Tony grinned. But the check out dude was hilarious. An older guy, probably our age, but wasn't too comfortable in his job yet. I could tell he didn't want to look right at me, so he rolls his eyes around the check out station, finally passing my face. "No way. She wasn't born in '78."

 "I'm kidding," I said, "I was really born in '75."

He laughed. The nerve!