One+Sunday+Morning

=One Sunday Morning=

This is the Sunday morning routine:

Get up early. If you're not up by seven-thirty may God be with you. You get the whip. Once everyone is downstairs dad comes in. "Get your hides a movin', or I done will!" Everyone scrambles to get ready. Clothes are ironed, shoes are shined, and rebels get forty lashes. Now I have to walk the dog. After that everyone is waiting in the car except dad. After prodding everyone else, he's not ready himself. Twenty minutes later he comes out and starts yelling at us that it's our faults. We finally make it to church.

And that's a Sunday morning for us.