Funny

I like to think that I'm funny. Now, I know the truth; that I am anything but funny. I just like to think it. I enjoy laughing at myself more than anyone else. Embarrassing or foot-in-mouth moments are hilarious to me! At least I have the decency to pretend to be mortified. After a half hour or so I'm dying to tell everyone to make them laugh with/at me. There's nothing quite like mirth.

For example; The missionaries were over for dinner one night. - They happened to be missionaries I wasn't so fond of. They lingered and hung out to much. Meanwhile I had stuff to do! What the heck!- Back to the story. I had to give Rosie a bath. While I did that, Jerm was taking them home.

We have no AC and it was sweltering in the bathroom, so I took off my shirt. I heard Jerm's car pull into the driveway and shouted for him to come help me finish bath and bed time. He didn't come, so I called him some more my frustration growing. I get her out of the tub and sat her down while I hunted for her father. I'm not quiet. I knew he heard me! How dare he ignore me!

I stomped into the hallway yelling his name with my girls covered only by my G's and my favorite (may it rest in peace) hot pink bra. I'd already began repositioning Jerm's butt hole when I noticed he wasn't alone. The Elders never left! So I said the only thing I knew how; "Holy shit! What the hell are you guys still doing here?!" Then I realized by LDS standards I was half naked! I couldn't make it to the bedroom fast enough!

That's not the worst part. Those little brats stole my thunder! They told my story to none other than Anita Hershberger! My story! MINE! Now I love Anita more than the next person, but that tells me a few things:
1. The missionaries have big mouths.
2. Everyone already knows.
3. The missionaries are color blind. They said my bra was red.