Sunday

I would like to get around to posting about the wedding and honeymoon and trip up to the cold north, but I am already putting off to many things that need doing for this post, so I will get to it later.

On Sunday, David and I went to the family ward we are now in. Sacrament was nice; the organ was loud, and no one knew the closing hymn, but the talks were nice. After the closing prayer, David chased down the bishop to introduce himself to him again and the bishop invited us both into his office to "get to know" us a little. He asked us about where we were from and all that and our backgrounds in the Church. David explained that he had been around the block on the whole callings thing - EQP, Sunday School teacher, yadda yadda yadda. The bishop looked at me expectantly.

"Well, I was in some committees that single's wards have, but I have never had a big calling...." I looked at David, cringing, "And that was the worst thing I could have said."

The bishop chuckled. Or maybe he didn't. I always like to look back on encounters like this and see myself funnier or more charming than it turns out I really am. Anyway. The bishop began talking about something; I tuned out a little bit, rethinking how dumb it was of me to say I had never had a big calling, until I heard "..but two of the leaders are expecting and will need to be released soon. Is that a place you could see yourself?"

I quickly went back over what he had said.

"We don't have many young women and the presidency is good, but two of the leaders...."

DANGIT!

"Umm," I hate it when I say 'umm,' "Yeah, I think I could."

"It's not a formal calling," David interjected. A statement with just barely the sound of a question to it.

"Right," the bishop agreed. (I just realized I have no idea what my bishop's name is.) "Not a formal calling; just something to think about."

I looked over at David. He was grinning at me like a punk.

The rest of church was good. The Sunday School teacher we had seemed pretty good. On top of things. Relief Society wasn't even very boring, but I still spent most of the time with my head down, sketching, as I listened. After the closing prayer, I was gathering my things and the girl sitting next to me introduced herself to me. I don't remember her name, but I remember that she looked fifteen and stopped by the nursery to gather up one or two little ones. The shocked voice in my head was Jessica's as I thought about how these young girls are having babies! It's crazy.

But I quickly found David by the door and we wasted no time heading out to Lenny. We had chili in the slow cooker after all. We were stopped, though, by a young couple who had chased us down. They introduced themselves as Jackson and Kara, chatted with us about Texas and then invited us to dinner. I, feeling pretty antisocial, try to politely decline, but David happily accepted. I wrote down their names, address, and phone number, and we parted ways.

We stopped by David's lab so he could do some magic to the E.Coli he has been working with, then we went home to change and headed back out to go have dinner with ole Jack and Kara. Another couple and their two kids joined us there. And they were all very nice. And they were all from Salt Lake. Like I said, very nice, but not really our type. I felt so very dry and sarcastic the whole night even though I was on my very best behavior! The girls asked me if I followed such and such recipe blog. Nope. Not this girl.

We did have a really good time, and, who knows, maybe we will hang out more and they will see that they love mine and David's sense of humor and company and we will become great friends. Maybe. Or maybe we will have dinner together a few more times and just call it casual ward buddies.


Also, I have lost my cell phone. I will find it, but if you have been trying to get a hold of me that is why you have been unsuccessful. I am not deliberately ignoring anyone. You can always call or text me at my google number 434-261-BOSS or 434-261-2677. I will gett back to you as soon as I can.

Well, my dryer is done. Better get to it.