Hi My Name is Nancy and I'm an Idiot

Hi, my name is Nancy and I'm an idiot. You see I've been been planning my attire since March for the wedding of Roy's bosses daughter. This wasn't a wedding to attend with joy and friendship overflowing from our hearts like most weddings we attend. No, this wasn't one of those weddings. We didn't know anything about the couple getting married. All I knew is, we needed to attend and I needed to dress like Mrs. Monarch. In attendance would be Roy's peers and upper level executives. You know I wanted to look my best and Roy be proud of me. Thus all the planning that began in March, I found the dress, bought new shoes, bought new jewelry, got a pedi and a mani, planned my haircut to coincide with the wedding so I got my best hair and got the spray tan. I don't know if I went to all this trouble for my own wedding, OK yes I did, but tanned the old fashioned baby oil with iodine way.

Today as I write this, so many verses have run through my mind and spirit today, we make plans but the Lord directs our steps, there is a way that seems right to us, and the Lord knows our rising and our sitting down. And there it is, with all the planning, all the attention to detail, I forgot the rising and sitting down aspect of the new dress. I mean, I had the hem taken down as long as it would go and it seemed a go when I tried it on. But yet there is that one thing...sitting down. So, yesterday, I began preparing early and all systems were go until I sat down to check my cell phone before putting it in my purse. The almost perfect dress rode up too much and exposed too much skin, even such wonderfully tanned skin. Even in my young, skinny days, I would have not showed that much leg. I stood up and sat down again thinking maybe it was a fluke. The dress creeped up a little higher. ZZ Top's song about legs went through my head, but I was singing it like, "she's showing leg, it's downright abusing." I called out to Roy, I can't go, I can't go. He couldn't believe what I was saying until he saw my dress and he knew I couldn't go. Now I have to admit for the past few months I have called this the stupid wedding but I would have never not gone. If this was a wedding at church with friends, I would have found something to wear but when I knew that what I wore would be a reflection onto Roy. I knew there was nothing to wear, nothing to do. Now time is ticking down really quickly, so Roy needed to get on to the wedding but I escorted him to the door apologizing profusely and repeating my new mantra, I am such an idiot. I am so stupid! I didn't think about everything, I am an idiot! Roy was so kind and so understanding and said he would go to the wedding but not the reception. He told me to stop saying I was an idiot and that I wasn't stupid. But he asked, what should I say if anyone asks about you and I told him he should just say...

Well just say....something came up.