Sunday was my Godson's baptism. I was running a little behind schedule, but I arrived right on time, which, for me, is actually early. I ran up to the church and joined the others who were about to go inside. I saw my Godson's dad first.

The Dad: Cutting it a little close, aren't you?

Me: Hehe.

The Dad: Did you have fun at the garage sales?

Me, confused: Uh, yeah.

The Dad, to our friend: She was bargain hunting at garage sales on her way here.

Me: Wait, what? No! No, that was yesterday!

The Dad: Don't lie, I read it on Twitter. You tweeted that you were at a garage sale an hour ago.

Me: What?! No! I posted that yesterday.

Hubby: Oh yeah, I saw that too. It just posted an hour ago.

Me: But I went yesterday! Babe, tell them that was yesterday!

Hubby: It was yesterday.

Me: Oh my gosh, you guys must have thought I was the worst Godparent ever!

The Dad: Pshh, yeah! All stopping by garage sales on the way over...

Me:...yeah, all shopping for a baptism gift.

It was the running joke at my expense all. day. long. Thanks, Twitter.

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