I have the nicest visiting teacher. She’s an older lady, and she’s very conscientious about coming to visit every month. She’s like clockwork—she calls the first day of every month to arrange her visit, which is always during the first week of the month.
Once she called and I was rather busy and told her we could just count it as a phone visit for that month, but she just couldn’t accept that. She’d never done only a phone visit in her life. She’s really sweet.
Because I live in an apartment complex, with very little parking, and our building is way in the back, I always meet her out front and we sit in her car and visit. I love having her come—we’re both quality time types and can sit and talk forever.
When she came this week, I had been doing laundry in the morning, and my son’s hoodie was in the wash. He has a band pin on it that I didn’t want to go through the wash, so I pinned it to my tshirt to prevent losing it.
It wasn’t until I was walking back from visiting with my visiting teacher in her car that I looked down and saw that I still had it pinned to my shirt.
Fortunately, I’m sure she has no idea who Slayer is.