I'm always afraid I'm going to swear at church.
Court beat me to it though. We made it to sacrament meeting a couple of minutes late today. It was a combo farewell/homecoming so it was totally packed. Some people on the second to last row scooted over and made room for us. So we sit down on the metal folding chairs with Charlotte between us. I set Victoria down and look to my right just in time to see Charlotte fold in half and slip through the space underneath the back of the chair. Backwards. And then Courtland swore in the chapel (okay it was the gym, but you know, same diff). Ha! He scooped her up and took her out to the hall where she recovered in 3.2 seconds.
Later tonight our bishopric came over. Lucky for us Court's parents were also here to tell embarrassing stories and make sure that the bishopric knows about all of our special gifts and talents. Ugh! Then the bishop asked if we would speak in church. I tried to politely say no. That's not actually true. I made some smart aleck comment about why I can't speak in church. He wasn't buying it. My secret fear though is that I'll be up there speaking and I'll accidentally swear. How would I ever recover from that! I also told him that if he takes advantage of my musical ability I will move from his ward so fast. Don't try me buddy! I'll do it!
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One time someone said "boob" during their talk in sacrament meeting and I still think it's funny. So don't think anyone would forget if you did slip up.
The cat's out of the bag! I swear. Usually I stop for church, and start back up on the drive home. But not this time.
LOL!!Okay, all I want to know is what was the word?
I believe it starts with S. Ha!
Hee! Court you are so busted! And Kate I love you. I love that yuo are not afraid to tell the bish thanks but no thanks on the talk invite. You make me smile!
Oh my #@*& I can't quit laughing! That is so funny! My advice is speak in church--then you're home free for at least a few years...right???
What worked for us is, in both wards we've been in since we've gotten married, we've bore our testimonies the first Fast Sunday possible. We've never been asked to speak in either ward.
That story is too funny. What I would like to know is, how did Charlotte manage to slip through that hole in the back? Haha!
When I was little (like really LITTLE), I stood up in Primary, put my hands on my hips, and announced, "...well, MY dad says S**T!".
Or so I am told...I don't remember doing that. My grandmother was not amused.
You're doomed. They know who you are now.
You guys will do great. Just keep telling yourselves...don't swear, don't swear. And just think, if you do swear, they'll probably never ask you to speak or teach again.
Oh goodness!! That is so funny!!! Oh, and Dan gets asked to talk about once a year. I think he's due for another talk soon. I always have to leave though, b/c I get embarrased! He doesn't. Weird huh?
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