It’s no secret to y’all that I am a country girl through and through. And being the country girl that I am, I love me some good ol’ twangy country music.
One of my favorite songs ever, ever, ever is Craig Morgan’s, “What I Love About Sunday.”
I feel like my day today has been a “What I Love About Sunday” day.
I woke up to rain. Lots of rain. Like a torrential downpour of rain.
But I was ok with that. Torrential downpours of rain don’t really exist in Kansas. I savored the moment.
The tornado sirens went off this morning too. A tornado warning was issued and the RD of our house told us to stay inside until it expired.
Wudn’t gonna happen.
I was dressed up. I was putting on makeup. And I’ll be danged if I wasn’t going to go to church. So I left the house when I was good and ready to go. There was no wall cloud, no rotation, no nothing. It was fine.
It rained all through church.
I was distracted all through church.
But not because of the rain. Because I thought I’d accidentally locked my keys in my car. Which was completely not my fault.
Nope, not my fault. I can’t tell you the story because it would take ten years, but trust me, it wasn’t my fault.
After talking to everyone after church, I nervously approached my car and pulled on the back driver’s side door. It was locked. My heart sank. I have never locked my keys in my car before. I didn’t know what I was going to do.
So I went to the front driver’s side door. It was unlocked. Thank the Lord.
I drove back home. Went to Walmart. Made breakfast for lunch with a friend. Found out that homemade hash browns will turn out sticky and gross unless you squeeze all the liquid out of them before frying them. Took a nap on the couch as a second round of thunder and rain rolled in.
I came back to my house a quarter after four and my lovely housemates were just starting The Blindside. I curled up on the couch. Ate cookie dough dip. Laughed and enjoyed doing nothing.
This is what I love about Sunday.