Sunday, June 8, 2008

Pink Sunday

Today was a pretty great day.

It was a wonky Sunday, and usually I HATE wonky Sundays, but I didn't have a problem with it this time.

I went to Stake Conference, where the stake president got 5 (five) minutes to talk...(really speakers??? You left him five minutes? You left the presiding authority 5 minutes?)
But it was a good conference, despite that fact that it could have been GREAT.

I have a few other stories about conference, that I really want to tell, but I am not going to right now.

Instead I will inform you that Mother and I played bocce ball this afternoon, we picked up Grandma and went to my cousin Laura's piano recital, and then Grandma took us out to dinner.

Grandma informed Dad yesterday that because of the recital, we should forgo the usual Sunday dinner at our house, and she would take us out to eat. Grandma loves to eat out, and she is no respecter of Days. As most of you know, Mother and I are respecters of Sundays. Unfortunately, there is no explaining this to Grandma. We have tried, many times. But it is no use. She just doesn't get it...or remember if she ever did we go to dinner when she asks.

Dad, Mom, Gma and I were all in the car driving to the recital:

Gma: Melanie, what size slacks do you take?

Mom, knowing somehow what that meant, replied.

Gma: Good. I've got some pants that will fit you.

Dad: Oh great! (he loves his wife in his mother's clothes)

Gma: They are pink.

Mom: Pink?

Gma: Pink check. Pink check slacks.

Me: You've been looking for some pink check pants, haven't you, Mom?

Mom: Yes. I have!

Anyway, Grandma thinks she has gained weight. I have no idea if this is true. She looks the same way she has looked all my life, as far as I can remember. So, she sometimes gives her clothes away. It is almost always a good time.


Amanda said...

You've got to consider that when grandma goes, your blog-worthy material will be cut by at least 80%. Pink check. I hope they're polyester as well.

Tara said...

ummmm...isn't your Mom WAAAAY smaller than your grandma? Why would she still have a pair of pants in your Mom's size? Another mystery of this woman you call grandma I guess.
I agree about leaving the Pres. 5 mins. I'm not sure what they were thinking. He really did a fab job with what he had though.

Myriah said...

Amanda: Yes, I have realized my blogging is mostly Grandma. But hopefully by the time she is gone I will actually be doing something with my life, and can blog about it.

Tara: Mom tried those great pants on, and besides being too short, the elastic waist fit like a dream.
AND, I thought the Pres did a great job. I love how he gave us all his resources and then told us to look them up.

Ky said...

I'm so happy for your mom and her new pink check slacks. Clearly they are a gift from Heaven, as they fell into her lap on a wonky Sunday.