Crazy things happening

Whenever we have Community Group at Nancy’s, it seems like something odd or freaky happens. Remember the burning potholder? I just chalk the incidents up as creating memories.

We can add another story to our collective memory.

It is difficult to give specific directions to Nancy’s house. You know it when you see it, but that’s the best I can say. Three of us realized at different times on the road that we did not know exactly where we were going, and none of us had Nancy’s phone number. We all figured we’d recognize it once we got there. I got there first and called the other two cars back with more specific directions.

So, Melissa starts to think she went the wrong way and starts describing her surroundings. I’m not familiar enough with that part of town, so I didn’t really know if she was in the right place. I just told her to go by Lake Ridge School.

That’s where I went wrong. See, last time we came to Nancy’s I was pretty sure Melissa said something about passing Lake Ridge school. I assumed we were talking about the same school. We weren’t. Lake Ridge is several miles in the opposite direction from where Melissa needed to go!

She was just a few miles away from Nancy’s when I told her she was going the wrong way (when she really wasn’t). She turned around. To make a long story short, she went on a big-huge, 45-minute, wild goose chase. And it was all my fault.

Ah the joys of memory making.

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Howdy. I'm Matt Todd. My wife and I have four kids and a dog,. I'm passionate about orphan care. I'm a die-hard fan of the Evansville Aces, the Indiana Hoosiers, and Star Wars. I'm trying to live life by the Todd family motto: "It behooves us to live!"