5:30 am. I can't sleep.
Suddenly, I bolt upright, struck by the following frightening thought: WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GOWNS??? Explanation: we borrowed 2 beautiful gowns from a gmach for Uncle Motti's wedding (see my rambling from 2 weeks ago). I put them in a garbage bag, to go to the cleaners before I return them. BUT THAT WAS 2 WEEKS AGO! Where are they??
In a word, oy! Since I am a certified insomniac, I know I can't sleep till I look for those gowns. So, like a crazy woman, I get up and run outside where all of our garbage bags [exact number deleted to preserve my privacy] await pickup.
Lo, the bags of gowns sits innocently, awaiting imminent demise.
Why did I wake up wondering about the gowns? (Because G-d loves me.)
Why did we not take out our the garbage last week? (Because devoted Dad was so busy helping me with the kids that he missed the garbage deadline last week.)
Why did this whole fiasco happen in the first place? (Because G-d wants me to know He is sending me messages.)
Am I listening? Is anyone listening?
