Hola, interlings.

The update promised earlier today isn’t exactly going to happen.  I seem to have forgotten all of the last minute things that come up when you’re hosting an event for a bunch of little girls.  Silly me.

I am currently “live blogging” (man, I feel so cool right now) from the upper floor of this youth facility.   We have just finished a great service and are transitioning into “Sparkle Idol.”  What I’m trying to say is that we’re about to let a bajillion little girls dance and sing on stage.

I have a feeling that tomorrow morning’s blog title might possibly be “101 Reasons Why You Should Never Give a Little Girl a Microphone.”

I only have a few minutes of freedom time left, so here’s a few highlights from tonight so far:

1. This afternoon I realized that I really didn’t want to bring my puppies to tonight’s sleepover as it is one thing to expose them to my little Twinkle girls but a whole new punishment ballgame to bring them to something like this.  Since all my normal puppy-sitters are actually here working with us tonight, I had to pull out the big guns.  Result?  My favorite graduate school professor and his family are watching the puppies tonight.  I am so not joking.

2. While trying to fix massive pots of spaghetti to feed these little princesses, one of our male volunteers (Chris) accidentally set his shirt on fire.  What makes this so hilarious is that he was set to portray Satan in tonight’s drama.  Coincidence?  I think not.

3. When I gave the altar call tonight, about 50 girls came forward.  I noticed that one girl seemed really upset.  They were all crying, but this girl was doing the ugly cry.  I saw one of our volunteers praying with her and figured that everything was okay.  After the service ended, the leader came up and told me that the girl had asked her to pray about her crush on one of our male leaders.  What made this even funnier?  It was the one portraying Jesus in tonight’s drama.

Oh man.  I have five little girls trying to read this over my shoulders right now.  Time to get back to work I guess. 

What I’m trying to say is: please come save me.  And, when you come, please bring me something to eat other than cold pizza.

And, maybe some earplugs too?