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7/24/11

we will probably end up feeding them or something

While driving home, stopped at a light, Spouseman and I watch some Elder missionaries cross the street. I quickly avert my eyes. Like whole wheat bread and G rated movies, anything that wholesome makes me immediately uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, Spouseman honks, and leans across me to wave.


The fact that we like each other is a constant reminder of a miraculous God. Miraculous, with a healthy appreciation for situational irony.

12 comments:

KODA said...

i love whole wheat bread.

April said...

"...anything that wholesome makes me immediately uncomfortable."


I just love this blog. The end.

Jenny said...

Ha! I do the same thing. Glad I'm not the only one with a little bit of crazy in me.

ChristyLove said...

I just deleted what I was going to submit as a comment.

But I agree with April.

Ru said...

Haha, love it :)

Speaking of, I just got an email from my ward announcing that there is a missionary activity this week -- visiting the "less active" on Wednesday night. I suspect I may be on that list, and am now making plans to be away from my house on Wednesday. But I still kinda hope they drop off cookies or something.

Eliza R. Snitch said...

Bahahaha. I feel equal amounts of aversion and compassion for the missionaries. I'm like, "Leave me alone, but are you getting enough to eat? Anything I can do for you? You can stop by anytime you like, but just don't talk to me about church." (I did actually say that last bit to them once.)

Cheryl said...

My parents always told our home teachers this. "You are more then welcome to come by and chat...but don't talk about church. I don't want to bear my testimony or anything like that."
They stuck with that agreement too! The only church thing was opening and closing prayer. It was awesome.

Colt said...

I usually feel a great deal of empathy for missionaries, but don't want to engage in conversation with one.

I stand by my attitude of insisting my home teachers only take me to the airport when I need them. I don't actually like the idea of being forced into a friendship with someone.

Jill Mormon said...

I am always running into the missionaries at Target. Usually when I'm wearing sleeveless tops and other devilish attire so I'm torn as to whether to say hi (they know me) or duck into another aisle and hide my sin-shoulders.

Anyway, love your blog!

the mom~ said...

too funny.

Kayce said...

My first time commenting on your blog. I laughed out loud when I read this.

Breanne said...

Lol I didn't read the title of the post until days after I had read the post. "We will probably end up feeding them or something." Hahahahaha.

@Colt - I also don't like the forced friendships. Feels so disingenuous to me, like, "we care about you, without ever having previously met you or knowing anything about you." Very special.