And Other Duties As Assigned

Remember when I told you about the Bebo story...I said I'd already had one "shut up" moment that day? Let's talk about that one, shall we?

That morning, I was busy working away when I heard a little knock at the door...and I heard the words, "Hey I was wondering..."

And that, my friends, is when you know the day is about to take a turn.

In honor of kicking off the trip-to-Orlando contest, they wanted to have a special announcement at the concert that evening. And by special, I mean special guests.

A couple of big-eared mice you may be familiar with:
Yeah those guys.

And they were just wondering...how I felt about breathing some life into Mickey.

Mickey MOUSE.

Let's review a couple of things real fast, mmmkay?

1) I have a broken body thermostat (meaning I'm always approximately 27 degrees warmer than the average person).

2) I'm claustrophobic.

I think that covers the basics.

But if there's one thing I learned in the last two years, it's that sitting on your hiney and letting your fears get the best of you gets you nowhere. So I said the only logical thing that came to mind: YES.

I tried on his little suit (which is FUR) and found it to be toasty warm. The shoes were about 8 sizes too big; who knew mice had such big feet?? The gloves have only four fingers. And the heads..well...there were two tiny eye holes that didn't exactly (read: not even remotely) line up with my eyes. I could see out of the mouth, but as you might imagine, that is only so helpful.

So I told God I'd do it as long as He walked on the stage with me and if He would be so kind...please don't let me pass out or throw up?

That officially marks the first time I've ever asked God to inhabit a mouse costume.

And so it was that Friday night, after my Bebo transportation extravaganza, after advising Mark Schultz on Twitter, after working a meet & greet...I shoved my hair into a ponytail as best it would go, donned the ill-fitting fur suit, prayed probably more than I should have over such an adventure, and tried not to trip over cords, music stands, and other various pieces of equipment as I inched out onto a stage in front of a large crowd of people.

Miss Sheryl played the part of Minnie and together we stood there and waved and jumped while Ron announced the contest.

Then we had to get DOWN the steps. I grabbed her hand (and later she said, "Girl you were SHAKING like crazy!" Um, yes!) and we tentatively made our way down the steps. I nearly walked us right into the altar but managed to see it in time. I meandered out of the sanctuary and got pulled over by a sweet lady who wanted her picture taken with me.

(And get this: I smiled for the picture. WHY???? That was the one time I could have made an awful face and gotten away with it! HA!)

I'm glad I did it. It was good to face some of my biggest fears all at once. (Note: I said FACE, not OVERCOME.) But I am pretty sure I am not called to be a career character. I'll just stick to these "other duties as assigned."