Eyeroll

I enjoyed last night's Idol results show and was glad to see I was close on the bottom 3! That may be a first. But I do have to say that the guest group scared me. I appreciated their obvious musical talent, but the singer looked petrified. And his method of screaming at me that Jesus was on the main line did NOT make me want to call Him up and tell Him what I want. I do love that song though. I especially enjoy the GVB version where Mark Lowry sticks his shoe in Bill's face while they sing it. I prefer to be entertained rather than scared while listening to music.

But anyway, here's my Bekah moment for the day - to which I have no response OTHER than a giant eyeroll at myself. Monday I mailed a whole bunch of stuff, including a letter to a friend of mine. An encouragement letter. Never written to her before, hoped it would be a good thing...went on with my day.

Later, I decided to mail my Mary Kay payment check to my friend Marie who had so graciously allowed me to take the new mineral powder foundation and mail the check after payday. I distinctly remembered writing the check, tearing it out of the book, putting it on the desk, and I thought for SURE I'd packed it in my work bag to mail that day. I had the envelope but no check. So I thought perhaps I'd just forgotten it at home. I checked when I went home that evening....desk was empty. At that point I did the only logical thing I knew to do. I blamed Braeya. I figured she stole it and I'd have to turn over all the furniture to find it.

And then today I got an email from my letter friend. She thanked me for the kind words and inquired about the check enclosed in the envelope.

Way to go, Bekah.

Eyeroll.