I'm happy to report that no one got sick this Christmas. There were no visits to the emergency room either.
The Harar Christmas was not completely uneventful, however. The most interesting (embarrassing) event happened at Christmas Eve mass.
Mike wanted to watch the rest of the Skins game, and I wanted to sit down during mass, so my mom, dad, aunt and I left at 4:20 to go to church and save seats for Mike and the kids. Mike assured me that he would arrive at church by 4:50 so saving the seats wouldn't get uncomfortable.
So, with 11 minutes before mass is to begin, my dad offered to go get him. He hurried out to the parking lot.
A minute later, I realized that I'd also forgotten to give my dad the car keys.
With lightening speed, in my heeled knee-high black boots, I fell over the people in the pew and raced towards his car. I saw my dad pulling out of the parking space, and actually rationalized that if I could run fast enough, I might be able to cut him off before he leaves the lot. As fast as I could, waving the keys wildly in the air, I raced across the parking lot, yelling my dad's name as if he could hear me.
He couldn't. And I missed him. He just kept on driving.
Finally aware of all the people staring at me, I slunk back into church to send a text message to my husband letting him know that while he had a ride here, we didn't have a ride home.
At this point, it was getting ugly in church. People were asking for the open spaces in our pew. We had the entire pew, and there were only three of us in it. Whenever I told people that they were saved, I refused to make eye contact, for fear of their un-Christmas-like looks.
Finally, Mike walked in, dropped off the kids, and went back to my parent's house with my dad to get the car. This time I remembered to give him the keys. And with the kids there, the pew looked fuller, and the nasty looks subsided.
I should take this opportunity to tell you that some of my students were sitting right in front of me, just to the right, and a bit to the left as well. A girl I knew in high school was sitting behind me.
Also, my ex-boyfriend was three rows back.
Hell, if I'm going to embarrass myself, I might as well do it in front of people who will not hesitate to gossip about me.
Beth - 0
Mike - 0
Parents - 0
Car Keys - 1