I'm serving notice; my ability to laugh at myself has been severely
tried these last eight days. (I'm pretty sure that it's currently broken
... ) Between the zipper incident, the cement stair fiasco, missing the
step at the mechanic's & giggling like an idiot because I was
already so nervous, miraculously dumping my very large stack of music in
front of the whole primary, forgetting to play the final verse of the
opening hymn in sacrament meeting (while the chorister kindly waited for
me to figure it out ... & waited ... & waited) and then being
fabulous enough to apologize -- OUT LOUD -- before finally playing said
verse, mangling the bass line of the closing hymn, and spilling the
choir director's sheet music all over the peddles of the organ -- so
that I got to figure out how to crawl around under the keyboards picking
them up while trying not to expose myself to the already slightly
shocked mature people nearby, I think that I'm done.
If you would like to avoid severe retaliation upon the next incident, I kindly suggest that you back off and let me breathe.
Sincerely, Not laughing anymore ...
P.S. The smiley face shaped wounds on my right knee? Not funny ...