Years ago, on a cross country road trip, an LDS friend of mine broke an axle in the middle of Nebraska. He found a payphone, called his father in Utah, got the phone number of the region’s stake president, and called the man, a stranger. Then the Mormon machine…
I overheard two young guys at the gym this morning talking Churchy stuff. Mormon Churchy stuff. One was on a bench to my right, the other was on my left; they spoke over me as if I wasn’t there. (See The Invisible Woman! post).
My mother is 77 (let’s say it all together..) “bless her heart”. She has severe senile dementia, congestive heart failure and is a breast cancer survivor. She is, in a nutshell, A Survivor. She has also reverted back to that state of a child where she’s lost certain social proprieties…
Agreed, too hilarious. 😀
Ha!