But it did get worse two Sundays ago when Andrew and I were in nursery (aka Outer Darkness) and my craft project went horribly wrong. I had purchased two packages of spring colored pipe cleaners and the plan was to have the little two year olds bend them into flower shapes. Simple, right? Well, no. It turns out that pipe cleaner flowers are much harder than they would seem, so all the adults in nursery were making flowers for the kids, who were sitting there, not very patiently, with nothing to do. One of the women said, "Boys and girls, isn't Sister Kestner so creative?"
"Yeah," came my response, "the kids are bored out of their minds while we enjoy adult entertainment hour."
That really wasn't what I meant, and I didn't realize the implication I had made until the silence in the room reached a length of about three seconds. Then I looked up and saw everyone staring at me or avoiding my glance, depending on their personality. I apologized and then crawled into a hole in the floor.
Have you ever humiliated yourself at church? Come on, make me feel better.