Oh, the big church giggles. They were always a possibility weren’t they? You know when you aged out of the land of milk and honey, er, I mean, the land of juice and cookies and got sent to the big leagues i.e. big church and it gave you the giggles? Yeah, you remember.
I’m a doodler in church. Sometimes my doodles give me the giggles. Watching the sign language interpreter has just about cured me of the need to doodle but it still busts out of me every now and then.
I love watching the interpreter. I love watching the interpreter just as much as I love doodling.
Here’s yesterday’s doodle:
Originally I just doodled a circle and then the next thing I knew it was either a big fat shark or a big fat jet plane.
No worries, though. I really was paying attention.
I even took a pic of this chart because I thought it was so helpful. Almost as helpful as a shark that could turn into a jet plane.