So. It’s Saturday. I’m at the grocery store. It’s snowing. I’m in sweatpants and a hat. (Sorry mom…desperate times..desperate measures.)
My phone rings. I answer it, stupidly. It’s the 1st counselor in our ward bishopric. He would like to talk to me. Today. Soon. Now. Half hour? okay. wait, not okay. My house looks like trailer trash.
I race home. It’s a good thing we have that spare bedroom because it is perfect for throwing random crap into when people are on their way over. I put on normal pants. I mean, I have some dignity left, don’t I? Eh.
1st counselor comes and wastes no time.
“We would like to extend an ADDITIONAL calling to you to be the Secretary to the Young Women.”
What. This is impossible. I’m basically still a Laurel and Morgan hasn’t even gone through the program yet. Are you sure it isn’t the other Sister Sorensen? Its -EN you know, -EN.
Fast forward: Church, third hour. Holy army of teenagers batman. There must be 25 of them posed and ready to attack the feeble adults in the room. Crap, the theme…like the Pledge of Allegiance only more robotic. Double crap, they put in a new phrase! I will never ever remember that.
And then I felt old. Winter formal was last night. My hair! You looked cute! The music was so totally lame! I went with Conner! Our day activity was sledding! (what the hell is a day activity) omg you guys finalssssss.
But–I liked it. And I am going mostly going to be the Fun Leader (because I’m the secretary, duh) But sometimes I will have to be the Spiritual Leader and also if it gets out of control the Strict Shhh Leader. And also—I’m excited.