In an effort to be a better blogger, I am trying to update every day this week. I always think of something midday and go “oh that would be good to put on the old bloggie” and then I forget. And by forget I mean I get too tired and I fall asleep at like 9:30.
but what to blog about…
my new deliciouso quesadilla recipe?
potential trip to california aka octoberfest 08?
how I don’t have to go back to school?
the five pounds I have put on?
did I mention how ecstatic I am to not go to school?
the jack johnson concert we went to?
And I choose: the best story of all time.
The other night Jazz and I were saying our nightly prayers. Among other things I prayed for our families to be safe, how we are grateful for our new ward and Bishopric, grateful for our blessings, etc. After I finished, we got up and were getting settled in bed and he was all giggly. This is how the conversation went.
Me “Hey what are you giggling about. what is so funny.”
Jazz: “Nothing. hehe.”
Me: “Cmon tell me or Im gonna punch you.”
Jazz: “Well, its just that you prayed for the wrong bishop. Our bishop’s name is Bishop Miller, not Bishop Rick.”
Jazz had heard me say “bishopric” and thought I meant Bishop Rick! He had never heard the term before and thought I just forgot our bishop’s name.
My husband is the cutest man ever.