And John, being one of the scared parents, cursed at church.
He said a swear word.
In the chapel.
In front of the Bishop's wife.
We may never be allowed to come back to church. After all, it's one of the worst offenses in church next to murder, and running down the hall in the Lord's meeting house.
I have not told many people of my ailment. Because, in the great scheme of things, it is minor. But I am suffering people. Every March through June I am miserable! I have an eye condition called blepharitis. And there is no cure, so I will have this fun for the rest of my life. My eyes are constantly itchy, red, watery, swollen, and in pain. There are times where the inflammation will go away. But it always comes back in March because of extremely heavy tree pollen. As the green pollen coats my car, it also coats my eyes and makes the lovely blepharitis come to life. I bet you wish you were me. Especially when you wake up at 4:00 in the morning to feed your baby and you can't open your eyes because they are sealed shut. Fun, fun.