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 understand...so 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.
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.