I get downstairs at 8:45 today to discover to my horror that it's pouring with rain. Never mind, I think, I'll brave it, but a quarter of the way down the driveway I realize that I'm going to be a lot wetter than I can tolerate for one hour of church. Back inside, I attempt to beg, borrow or steal an umbrella, but between George the cook, Kelsey and the six girls all we can come up with is a slightly torn trash bag, by which time I have missed the bus. Curses. I really hope God gives out marks for effort.