So, why can’t I say no? And why do I need to have friends in the picture of Sally blowing out candles on her birthday cake even if that means singing to her (and eating cake–that’s a big compensation of course) a week early? On Saturday we invited the young families in our branch over for a BYOM (meat) bbq. The BYO part was pure inspiration, because Dick and I have way too much performance anxiety involved in using our grill (which is to say that no matter how he does it, I criticize).
On a side note, let me inform all those socially conscious people that it is, indeed, good form to arrive 15 minutes late to a party. That is not a bad Mormon-Standard-Time thing to be overcome, but a necessary part of good etiquette that allows your host time to put on her bra. Now I hope the Jones family (who arrived a bit early) won’t take this personally, but rather as constructive criticism. (After all, I would like to think that we are good enough friends for them to know that when I say, “come anytime, leave anytime,” what I really mean is “come 15 minutes late, and leave exactly 2 hours later.”)
Seriously, though, we are really glad to be friends with the other families in the branch, though we miss the Carpenters everydamnday. We especially have had fun going to Busch Gardens recently. I got to ride a couple roller coasters with Dick and then again with Ryan because his wife doesn’t like them (thank you Danielle). I love roller coasters!!! After 6 years of being pregnant, you gotta seize the opportunity to put yourself in dangerous conditions. If I were ever paralyzed, I would ride Sheikra all day long. (good to have a plan, I always say).
On Sunday I spoke in sacrament meeting and taught Relief Society. My talk seemed short; Dick had told me to stick to the 15 minutes, and I did, which I think backfired, because what he meant was “plan to speak for 15 minutes so that when you go over, it will only be 25 minutes total.” oops. Luckily our High Counselor (also our Realtor) is an experienced and surprisingly (for HC) pleasant speaker. Then Spot was grumpy in R.S. I love nursing, but the problem with the magic booby is that when it is what is wanted, nothing else will do. So I nursed while teaching. Went pretty well, and I haven’t been arrested for public indecency yet.
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