V. very B. bad S. sign

This year's Vacation Bible School theme is....uhhhh....you know what....I'm not exactly sure.

It has something to do with water.

I think.

So maybe, Jaws?

The Perfect Storm?

Of course, considering that our numbers for tomorrow morning are already topping the 600 mark, I'm going with...Mutiny On The Bounty.

(By the way, if you are reading this here bloggy and are from some Northern state and wonder what all this Vacation Bible School talk is about, well, Vacation Bible School is a southern thing that we do in order to make ourselves seem more self-sacrificing. So later in the week when our momma's call us - as mine most assuredly will - and ask us,
"Have you cleaned that refrigerator out yet?" - as mine most assuredly will - we can say,
"Oh Lordy, momma, I've been working Vacation Bible School all week."
And she'll say, "Oh mercy, bless your heart, sweet thing. Just take a load off and call me back later."
And we'll hang up and smile.
And although we'll be tired and exhausted and smell like something dead, we will know it was all worth it cause it got our momma off our back for one more week.
The end. Amen.)

Either way, aren't you glad I'm serving your children this week? That should make you feel all warm and fuzzy and not at all concerned.

Seriously. I have mucho experience in the dramatic arts. I sing whether people want to hear me or not. And I pretty much have no fear of public speaking. So therefore....I am serving snacks.

Why are you laughing? They're serving graham crackers with white icing on Wednesday. So for me? It's all about the Wednesday.

To God be the Glory.

P.S. There is a good chance I will be blogging periodically this week about various children I spend time with. So if I am serving yours, tell them to be good. Or else their name goes out on this here information super-highway. And by "be good" I mean....
a.) no talky backy
b.) no calling Miss Melissa names like "Hey cookie lady,"
c.) no making fun of Miss Melissa if they see her with Oreo between her teeth or white icing on her chin
d.) and no asking for seconds. That is an absolute. In fact, I would go so far as to say that if they're even late to snacks - they lose their cookie. What happens to it is anyones guess. To bad. Their loss.

If you've worked VBS this year or any year and have a story to add to my "Stretch Marks does VBS Extravaganza" then leave me a comment. Or email me. If your story wins then...well, nothing. But you'll have the pleasure of knowing you won. And I may call your momma and ask her to lay off you just one more week. No lie. I'm not above it.

So what's your story?