I threw my friend, J's wife, a baby shower this weekend. J and J's wife are having a little girl soon and we invited about a hundred people to the shower. Because of the amount of invitations we sent out I rented the dining room at the church I work at to accomadate all the guest. I only had ONE person RSVP that said they were coming and 4 that said they were not. I didn't know how many people to plan for so I just got some stuff. We had just enough cake and just enough punch. It was a good deal!
The shower itself was very nice. J's wife got some really nice clothes, lots of blankets, and several odds and ends.
After the shower I was cleaning up and packing the car. Most of the bags I had used to haul stuff to the church broke so I was loading ALL my stuff by hand. After I finally got the car loaded I cleaned up the room according to the clean up sheet that was left for me.
I got the bright idea of walking down to the other set of doors to take the trash out to the dumpster, those doors are right next to the dumpter and I had already locked the other doors. I didn't pay attention to all the red signs. As soon as I opened the door an alarm started going off. I was the ONLY one in the building. I ran back into the dining room, grabbed my keys, ran outside to get my purse to get my cell phone, by this time the alarm has stopped. I went ahead and called someone to find out if the cops were going to show up or what. No, they weren't but that alarm is set and I need to walk the trash around to the other doors...
Now, where did I leave the trash? Oh yeah, by the other doors. I walked down, got the trash, walked back up and then back down outside to the dumpster. Next time I'll not get any bright ideas.
Later that evening after I got home I started rinsing out dishes knowing that I wasn't going to want to wash them until later and didn't want them to be all crusty. I rinsed the crystal punch bowl out and went to set it aside. But instead I dropped it in the sink. It shattered. I have cuts on my left hand from picking it all up and throwing it away. I decided to just leave the other dishes crusty.
I washed the dishes later that day and Sunday afternoon as I was getting ready to fix lunch I started putting dishes away. Then I noticed that I couldn't find my silver spoon that went with a dip bowl. I pulled the trash out from under the sink. It wasn't there. I looked in the car, it wasn't there. Around 5 pm I talked Nickel into going to the church with me so I could go dumpster diving. I pulled out the trash bag (luckily we only used one) and started digging. It was pretty gross but I still didn't find my spoon. We went home. I was disappointed but wasn't going to loose any sleep over a spoon.
Around 5 am I woke up and as though a light bulb had gone off I remembered the spoon was in the dip bowl which is still in the icebox. The following is the actual conversation I had with God after that:
Me: Thanks God!
God: You're welcome.
Me: Why didn't you tell me that 12 hours ago before I went dumpster diving?
God: You didn't ask.
Me: Dang it.