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So I think everyone should spend two and a half hours waiting for three kids with three different time slots assigned, to have their soccer photos taken. Because it is super fun. Have mercy, that was a long evening. But incredibly entertaining when the dad of a little girl that was on Annie's team last year (are you following, because I think I just confused myself?) saw me for the first time in a year and announced to everyone within many feet of him, "I know you! You are THE MORMON GIRL [said like one would announce a superhero of sorts]! Don't swear around her folks, give her the respect she deserves!" I bowed and waved, because what else would a self-respecting "Mormon girl" do? No really, I did.
I also think that everyone should have the pleasure of hosting a missionary zone conference luncheon. Seventy-seven young missionaries, their mission president and a visiting General Authority (or is it an Area Authority?) need to be served lunch by our Relief Society this coming Friday. At least they are not young men that have hollow stomachs or anything. That would be overwhelming. Yeah for the wonderful women in the ward and all the food they are providing. And yeah for missionaries. Because even though my body already feels tired from all of the arrangements, and I haven't even started serving yet, it is my pleasure. Absolutely and completely.
I also think that everyone should have looked out their front window this morning to see another excavator sitting on their front lawn. But calm down people, this time it only lasted one day. Thank goodness because I started having a panic attack just seeing it out there again. (For what it is worth, I am kidding about the panic attacks, just going for drama as always, but not about the excavator. Apparently, the gas meter prefers to reside outside of the house, rather than inside. Sounds like me on days when a certain little guy I know boycotts naptime).
I also think that everyone should write a rambling post when they are exhausted and don't feel well. Just because it is so enthralling and riveting. Or maybe not. Either way.
I also think that everyone should go to bed. I think I'll do just that. Good night.
And for the record, I just heard your sigh of relief.
I also think that everyone should have the pleasure of hosting a missionary zone conference luncheon. Seventy-seven young missionaries, their mission president and a visiting General Authority (or is it an Area Authority?) need to be served lunch by our Relief Society this coming Friday. At least they are not young men that have hollow stomachs or anything. That would be overwhelming. Yeah for the wonderful women in the ward and all the food they are providing. And yeah for missionaries. Because even though my body already feels tired from all of the arrangements, and I haven't even started serving yet, it is my pleasure. Absolutely and completely.
I also think that everyone should have looked out their front window this morning to see another excavator sitting on their front lawn. But calm down people, this time it only lasted one day. Thank goodness because I started having a panic attack just seeing it out there again. (For what it is worth, I am kidding about the panic attacks, just going for drama as always, but not about the excavator. Apparently, the gas meter prefers to reside outside of the house, rather than inside. Sounds like me on days when a certain little guy I know boycotts naptime).
I also think that everyone should write a rambling post when they are exhausted and don't feel well. Just because it is so enthralling and riveting. Or maybe not. Either way.
I also think that everyone should go to bed. I think I'll do just that. Good night.
And for the record, I just heard your sigh of relief.