Whisked away to heaven...

Me and Skippy had quite the scare today when we found this in the hallway next to the garage door. We both thought for sure that Johnna had been whisked away to heaven in the blink of an eye and that this pile of flip-flops, jeans, and shirt were to be the only sign the miraculous event.

Actually this happens all the time. Poor Johnna is going through the final trimester of her pregnancy and bearing the brunt of our dreadful Mesa Arizona summers. Anytime she has to go out to do errands or anything this is a pretty standard practice to help cool down immediately upon returning the privacy of our home.

I guess it is a good think that I don't believe in "The Rapture" ...or I would seriously get freaked out by this on a regular basis.