Sabbath Day Funnies

Today in church, Brant was pretending to bend down in the pew and pick up a toy. Instead, while he was close to the ground bit my calf--which happened to be bare. (Mind you, while we were in the middle of singing the closing hymn.) I jumped, screamed just a little. It was a little shocking. I thought some animal was running amuck and had found my leg. I started giggling. Not because of what he did, but because it reminded me of some of things we used to do on Sunday, many, many years ago in my youth.

Vicki and I would often jab each other in the stomach while singing high notes during a hymn. If it was unexpected, it would often create a high-pitched sound, totally off-tune. As if we needed to sound worse when we sang. We would always do it to each other. We thought it was hilarious. Mostly if we were the one doing and not the one it was being done to.

One Sunday, Jaymi and Bobbi laid down on the pew to sleep. We thought it would be fun to braid their hair together. They had long, pretty blond hair. When the meeting was over, they sat up like two cats whose tails were tied together. Irrevent, but funny. At least Vicki and I thought so.

Vicki and I wanted to "get a tan." Not exactly possible for me, but I tried nevertheless. I thought Sunday would be the perfect day because as a teenager, I thought what else are you supposed to do on Sunday. We knew Dad would not go for this. So, I came up with a "master plan" to read scriptures on the deck. We did. We really did. We just had our swimsuits on while we were doing it. Not too long into our venture, Dad found us on the deck. He asked incredulously what we thought we were doing. As if we couldn't possibly be stupid enough to think that he was going to allow that on the Sabbath. I quickly responded, "We're reading our scriptures!" He said, "Nice try. Get inside."

When we were pulling up to the house today, a man on a motorcycle drove by us. Being very hot and in Vegas, he only had shorts on. Madison in her little squeak voice says, "Hey, there's a naked jaybird right there!"

And for my final word...Today a teenage boy yelled, yes yelled words at me. He said, "You're hot!" I was so flattered. Me, at my age, getting noticed by teenage boys. It made my day. So Brant says I have to finish the story and tell you everything. He's such a party-pooper. Okay here's the rest of the story--the guy has down syndrome. I still think it counts.