Life can be funny with the Bishop

In case anyone is under the impression that life with a Bishop is all spiritual and pious, consider the following:

On Tuesday we went to the temple to do family names in preparation for sealings on Saturday. Prior to that, I fixed cajun pork chops (really opened a box of Winder Farm chops and threw them in the oven). We had eaten them before without complications. Due to some unforseen events, (the Bishop was late coming out of the dressing room and he is NEVER late) we missed the 6:40 session and ended up on the 7:00 p.m. which is an American Sign Language session for deaf patrons. If you want to go to a really reverent session, this is the one for you. Unfortunately, the cajun spiciness caused some "rumbly, tumbly" noises for both of us. In fact, the bishop noticed two deaf men turning around to look at him, look back at each other, and raise their eyebrows in concern. Unfortunately, we both giggled a bit when he told me in the celestial room.

Earlier in the day, I opened up my purse, pawing through crumpled Christmas receipts, and to my horror found a small package of ornament hangers. I had been in a store with the Bishop a few days before Christmas and picked up a box, remarking to him that we needed some for next year. At that point I planned to purchase them after Christmas when they would be marked down, even though I think they were all of $1.69.

I was aghast! Had I inadvertently put them in my purse instead of back on the shelf? What if I had been arrested for shoplifting? Was I now going to have to remember which store I had been in and go and confess my total lack of attention?And worst still, pay full price?

When we got home from the temple, I asked the Bishop: "Do you know how this box got in my purse?" He replied: "I knew you wanted some so I bought them at Smith's on our way home from snowmobiling. They were .19 cents. Did I forget to tell you?"

What a guy!