Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Peace, and that is meant to be an inside joke for Diana's sake
I ought to be upstairs making dinner, but instead I feel compelled to share the events thus far in my day.
I spent the morning in my pajamas talking on the telephone, mostly about this beautiful young lady.
Two children in two separate and distinct episodes thought it would be fun to go in the garage and get a three-foot-long fluorescent light tube with which to sword fight and/or bang on the stairs. Thousands of pieces, lots of vacuuming. Twice.
I unearthed from a box the red binder in which I tried to record as a young woman, aged 16-21, each and every date I went on. It is truly fascinating. Who with, what we did, how long, if we kissed. I went on a lot of dates. I didn't count, but I easily went out with more than 100 different guys in those five years. I may not have a journal or scrapbooks or a record of my life, but by golly, I know who I went out with and whether the guy was a cheapskate and that my mom was pretty lax about curfews. My posterity can have it published after I die. Aren't you curious to know more? It's fun to remember all those dates, but boy, am I glad I ended up with the above-pictured fellow.
I called to set up an interview for an Ecclesiastical Endorsement to take classes at BYU. I sure thought I'd never do that again.