As soon as we sat down John turns to me and asks, "Can you smell that?"
"Yes, it smells like a dead rat!"
"They're following us!"
John quickly stood up and all four of us followed him to the other side of the chapel. We sat and smelled the air. Nope, it was still there!
My dear friend Heather came and sat down behind us. As she fixed my tag that I failed to tuck into my dress (thank you Heather) I whispered, "Can you smell that?"
"That's just my husband!"
In her husband's defense he hadn't come into the room yet. "No, seriously, it smells like a dead rat!"
Madison added, "It smells just like our house!"
Now Heather knows our rat horrors, but I had to make it known that my house only smells like that before we remove the rotting carcases from our homse.
There were some lovely talks at church. I was touched by Kim's talk, and the high preist spoke of the brethren's love for us. It was all touching. But in the back of my mind I'm thinking that the rats from outer darkness are determined to make me break one of the ten commandments of "Thou Shalt Not Kill!" Why did God put two rats on the ark anyway!
I am going to ask my friend Kim to be a guest blogger and write her rat story. It's a good one! She's known a work as the Rat Lady!