Guess what happened TODAY? Stormy the Wonder Dog thinks the home teachers that come to visit the parental units are here for him. Remember, EVERYONE that comes to the door is here for him. He is convinced of it. It has not yet ever been for him, but I admire his optimism. I should borrow some of it sometime. So, we had to fight to keep him downstairs, as he cried, whined, and pawed at the door, trying to get upstairs and get him some BOOK OF MORMON learning. He probably thinks we are trying to keep him from his proper status as a Celestial Dog. I’m sorry, Stormy. You were adopted by an APOSTATE family.
A little later, the folks were sitting out on the front porch, enjoying the weather and waving to all the other Mormons driving and walking by, most of whom were out and about doing their church duties, like home and visiting teaching. Pretty soon, Grandma Collins stuck her head in the door and yelled for Chatter Child. It was the MUTUAL leader, or whatever the heck she is. Coming by to see if CC was interested in going to Girls Camp. Chatter Child is not. She shares my love of camping. If you have a nice trailer to go to, after you are out in the dirt and muck all day, and you can shower all that dirt and muck off, camping is good. If you don’t have to get up at night and pee on a bush, praying no snake is going to jump out and bite your butt, then we are IN. Camp away. Otherwise, count me out.
So, if say the Mutual Leader showed up and invited her to the Girls Five-Star Hotel Pedi and Mani Weekend, I’m sure she would have been saying yes. Girls Camp? I think not.
But they keep on coming.
Sundays are fun.