it is so good, i cannot not eat it. my tongue may be raw from all that saccharine but my heart is full. and my blood sugar soaring.
on a completely different note, the following conversation may or may not have taken place within the last twenty-four hours.
mother: "you should come with us to hear "insert-current-favorite-returned-missionary-here" speak on sunday."
me: "i have church."
mother: "no. this ward meets at eleven."
me: "i have my meeting."
mother: "you can skip it."
me *sensing another purpose afoot*: "what?"
*prolonged silence*
me: "mom!?"
mother: "well, you never know who you might meet....."
me *flabbergasted - yes, flabbergasted*: "AHEM. WHAT?"
mother: "you never know."
*prolonged laughter on my part*
mother: "i am just saying!!"
me *a soft whinny of laughter escapes my mouth as i collapse on the floor in a heap*
twenty four hours later. snorts and guffaws still come out at the mention of "sunday morning". and for no apparent reason, i am inserting the following picture:
3 comments:
Bwahahaha! I can totally hear Mom slyly (well attempting too) suggesting you come. She loves those Elders!
oh, mothers. they try so hard. "THIS COULD BE THE SEMESTER."
She just wants to make sure you're "taken care of" before they leave. :)
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