I volunteer a couple days a week at my church. The people there have been just wonderful.

Today, Helen came in for an appointment with our Pastor. I know her and her husband quite well, and we always have something to jabber about. Helen remarked to me how beautiful my wig was and asked me what I did to care for it. I told her that this morning I had brushed it out and cut all the little squiggly ends off.

I told her I used a straight brush and when she looked confused, I told her that it was a brush with no balls on the end of the bristles. "Oh, you mean a balless brush", she said.

"Yes, and you brush all the tangles out".

I looked up at her and she was giggling. Then I started giggling. I was almost over it when my Pastor came out of her office!!

We were caught red handed!

"I knew Helen was here when I heard all the giggling". She said. "So, let me in on the story".

Well, I was not saying anything, nope, my lips were sealed.

She looked at me, and suddenly the room was getting warm.

Then she looked at Helen. "Nope, I'm not saying anything". She said.

Pastor looked back at me. I could feel it happening, I was getting red, so red.

"Ladies, I need a laugh. This has not been a very giggly day". She said.

I felt like a butterfly pinned to a board.

Hellen started giggling again. I was trapped.

"Well, she was asking me how I cared for my wig, and....." Helen rescued me.

"She told me she used a balless brush." Helen said, but then broke up in laughter.

Neither of us could talk and I could feel the red tide sweeping up my body from the tips of my toes, past my knocking knees, really distractingly past my tiny oven, and over my breasts, and up my face. I felt as if the room was sooooo hot.

I sooooo hate to go into the office tomorrow. By then it will have gotten around to everyone there.

I hope that they will have forgotten it by monday.