Lame

Lame is how I'm feeling.

1.  Some ladies and I drove an hour west this afternoon to a camp that kids from our church go to.  We went to volunteer in the kitchen during dinner.  Got there and the lady who scheduled us apologized and said they didn't need us tonight.  No campers.  Oh.  Drove an hour back home.  Lame.

2.  Paul and I then drove an hour east into The City for an alumni reception our California college was hosting at the North American Christian Convention.  Got a babysitter, drove to the city, found the Hyatt, found the Discovery Room... empty.  It was last night.  Lame.

3.  Yesterday.  The secretary of our church asked Paul if he loved me.  Because, "People around town are talking about how you two don't show affection."  Lame.  Really lame.  I want to move far far away and hide in a big city lame.

4.  Oh, there was one more, but I can't remember it now.  Number three is still ricocheting through my body, boinging off every bone and making me sad and mad.

Lame.