How not to bring the house down

Hello folks, let’s chat…Although I gather some interesting anecdotes on my travels around the country, rarely do I hear any that are more intriguing than those that come out of my visits to the Lone Star state. Those TX girls are reliably entertaining.

Take the story of a cowgirl named Tootsie. That’s not her real name, mind you, ‘cause I promised not to use it, but I got the details from the woman at the heart of the story. Tootsie and her friends were on a weekend getaway to the beach for a combination girl party and church retreat. The plan was to have some fun in the s-u-n while celebrating the S-O-N.

Tootsie had a great time on the beach that first day and she was looking forward to attending worship with her friends that evening, only she forgot to pack her undies in her swim bag. This wouldn’t have been such a big deal, but Tootsie didn’t realize it until she was changing in the ladies’ room of the venue, moments before the service. Poor thing, all Tootsie had with her was a pretty little sun dress and a pair of sandals. Our disadvantaged cowgirl grabbed her phone to summon aid from her friends, but they were zero help. Of the two that responded, one said, “I’ll share a lot of things but not my underwear.” The other one said she would help if she could, but as it turned out she was going commando herself.

Honestly, the commando thing is foreign to this belle, but it is my practice to try and help where I can. With that in mind, should you ever find yourself at a Christian convention without your unmentionables, there are a couple delicate situations you’ll want to avoid.

While you may be free and free indeed, raising your hands during worship could be potentially distracting to those around you, depending entirely on the length of your dress. But, pew jumping—that’s gonna bring the house down. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Hugs, Shellie