Even More Cringing

Today at church we became that family. You know, the one whose toddler makes a huge mess of his snack and gets it all over the pew, floor and anything else in sight. The family whose mom rolls her eyes and shakes her head when this happens and tries to collect some of the crumbs but in the end gives up because it's going to take a vacuum to get rid of all of it.

Then tonight we were getting ready for an out-of-town visitor and got out our air mattress only to realize that it had somehow gotten water in it (likely during our second office flooding this summer) and so it had all kinds of nasty mold growing on it. This happened right as our guest was arriving and so now he and B are making a Sunday night emergency trip to K-Mart to get a new air mattress so that he can have somewhere to sleep (because since we sold our couches Saturday night, there is literally nothing but the hard floor for him to sleep on). We're such awesome hosts.

Put those two things together (and add them to the couch incident yesterday) and suddenly I'm feeling so redneck.