Please, don't let me end up in the Bathtub.

My elderly father, who lives with us, is church shopping.

And I think he's found one he likes.

He asked me if I'd heard of these things called "missions" where church members go on trips to help less fortunate people in foreign countries.

Yes, Dad, I do believe I have heard of such a thing.

Well, he thinks it's a great deal, a cheap way to go on a trip and see the world...the less fortunate side of the world.

"But, Rhea," he said. "I don't want to end up in that bathtub."

Excuse me? What bathtub?





Apparently he meant the one at the front of the church, near the altar, where people are baptized.

I don't know why he fears the tub, but he does.

He's a strange one.

3 bits of random

1. I finally gave in and bought my first pair of Crocs.

It's cold here, and I'm going to view them as slippers.





2. I'm about to do my good deed of the day...and drive my dad to church.

3. Later today we have my younger son's laser tag party.

Lots of 7 yr olds running around in the dark armed with laser guns. Sounds like fun, right?

Any randomness you'd like to share with me?