Sunday 9:00 a.m. CST
Green Girl is ready for church; teeth brushed, breakfast eaten, dressed and combed. She's even got her shoes on. She's stacking Bibles, grabbing her purse and calling Team Testosterone down to load into the Momvan. After service she's volunteered to help at church and she's got a book to grab from the info booth.
The phone rings.
It's a friend asking Green Girl to join her for a fun morning of paintball.
Green Girl has ALWAYS wanted to play paintball--ever since she first heard of it while in college anyway (which is quite a long time in both people years and dog years). She's got very few friends who'd classify paintball as "fun," however. Heck, she can't even rally her girlfriends for a rousing evening of laser tag and that's the safe, clean, painless version of shooting each other up.
She's been free to play paintball practically her whole life and would be free by 11:00 a.m. CST. She could schedule in paintball on a zillion other days, in a quazillion other time slots. But no. Her one and only invitation and she had to pass it up.