Did I ever tell about the time mom was hot-rodding our obese green van and we had a wreck?
As I recall, it was a Sunday morning and we were running late to church and as the pastor’s wife and kids, it was generally frowned upon for us to arrive after the singing started. I can’t really blame mom though for our tardiness as she had about a dozen kids (no joke) to get ready. So we all hopped in the green machine for our mad dash into town for service, flying down the Oklahoma thoroughfare with red dirt pluming behind and gravel spitting. Just after the bridge, mom lost control; we skittered and veered, did a slow and easy tip, landed on the side of the van and slid ever so neatly past a cattle guard and into a barbed wire fence. With a fence post punching through the side window, mere inches from mom’s head, we came to rest, suspended half on the road and half hanging off in a ditch, shaken but not stirred.
After a chorus of “are you ok’s?” mom started dropping kids out the window and we all climbed our way up the ditch to the side of the road to wait for a car to pass so we could get help. I can’t remember who picked us up, but I’m sure that he got more than he bargained for with all us kids crammed into his pickup. We made it to church only minimally late and any brownie points that were deducted due to our lateness were promptly restored when all the good saints heard about our harrowing experience. Oh, and by the way, did I mention when we dropped into the ditch, that it was rife with poison ivy? And that I was wearing a dress? And that all the flora and fauna came in close contact with my inner thighs and abdomen? (and arms, and legs, and hands and feet) And that I spent the next few weeks of my summer with the worst case of poison ivy known to man? In all the most tender spots. Laters.
HaHa, you are screaming hilarious!!! You forgot one very important thing! As I am driving on my way to church, the boys are fighting in the back seat, as usual, and I turned around to smack Jonathan and hit a washed out place on the side of the road, that was the end of my heading in the direction toward church. When we landed on the fence post we were completely facing the direction from which we had come. Yeah, you had you a super duper case of poison ivy and so did I. It was Christine's son that came by and picked us up, he lived down the road from us. We were kinda mussed up, our hair do's were full of bits and pieces, and our panty hose were shredded, but we went on to church anyway. Good times!!!
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