Went out of town this weekend on a mission trip with my trip. The trip was fun, and I really enjoyed getting to know the ladies in my church more. We're all so busy on Wednesdays and Sundays that there's never really any time for conversation.
But this story is not about my trip, but rather what I discovered upon returning home.
While I was gone, my brother Jeremiah and his wife Kati came up here to look at a house and stuff like that. I left with strict instructions to NOT let them sleep in my room. There's another room in the house that contains a perfectly acceptable bed. And okay, so it was covered in costumes pulled out of a closet, but really, they could be hung back up. And no, I didn't do it - ran out of time. I barely managed to pack before leaving town. Clean sheets were available and everything!! But is this utilized? Oh, heavens no! Not when Elizabeth's bed is available.
Cooties. Are now in my bed. Proof!!
What you see here is a compilation of sticky notes - well over 200, so I hear - that say a variety of things, but mostly the message consists of "We were here" in some form or other. Nothing was sacred. Not the owl...
Nor my floor...
My Venice tapestry appeared to be the only safe spot in the whole room.
Well... the Bible came out okay.
But my bed?
They left NOTHING untouched!!
Poor Captain Kirk...
I'm sure he had a lot to say on the subject, though.
This message was on my window shade:
(There were also some in the bathroom, but it's not very clean, so I'll spare you.)
I salute their hard work. Took a crazy amount of dedication.
5 comments:
You're welcome!! :)
haha!
This is AWESOME...and so is the fact that you have Captain Kirk in your bedroom.
Well... I actually moved him out of my bedroom. It's a bobblehead, and he's set off by the weirdest things. He just starts talking. You can pick him up and shake him around, but he doesn't say a word. Set him down and ten minutes later he won't stop. So he's residing right outside the bedroom right now.
That's my girl. :-)
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