OK, so I just broke my "no more negativity" promise. But its Sunday night and it all starts all over again tomorrow and it is hard to be chipper at moments like this.
So church today. First off, what is it with single mormons and rubbing each other? Are we that deprived? Are we all each others' pets? Sacrament meeting is that strange combination of hit and miss speakers and the petting zoo. Because that is what they all do: write messages on each others backs, scratch each others backs, put their arms around each others backs, massage each others backs. I know this has been parodied in The Singles Ward and I've heard complaints about it before, but come on people!!!!
So, Tom came in late today, as did I. We smiled the same sheepish "you're late too, huh?" smiles and whispered hi in the foyer and that was it. The extent of it. And I prayed he couldn't hear my sweat because that is how it started dripping. And I kept thinking, Harper, honey, you are too old for this ridiculous crush. You know nothing about him. Give it up. Oh, and his tie was atrocious. Retro trying too hard atrocious. Which made him all the more endearing.
Sunday school was fine because Alisa taught and she always does a great job (Alisa is my partner in crime, my sanity, and the one person on this earth who gets me, just so you all know). Tommy Boy must have gone to another class.
Then it was Relief-a-ciety. After the first half hour of Birthdays, Friendship Basket, New and Visiting Folks, Good News Minute, Announcements,Visiting Teaching reminders, and 2 opening songs, we had time for a 10, maybe 15 minute lesson. I think "Why am I here?" every week during relief-a-ciety. We waste soooooooooo much time on things that don't entirely matter.
And then I went to Ogden for a couple of loads of laundry at moms and dinner I don't have to cook. Which was nice because my laundry is done and she even packed me a lunch. But it is also awful because my brother and his wife and kids come over and its always dote on grandkids (don't get me wrong--I LOVE my nieces and nephews), adore my brother for being her great son, update on my younger sister in Oregon and her pregnancy, and an unspoken serving of "Harper, why aren't you married yet and giving me grandbabies?" She must have learned it from her tactless mother.
OK, it is late and I'm just rattling off complaints about my day.
Signing Off,
A Loser In Her Own Private Utah
