Joe thinks you would all enjoy something that happened at Church this year before we left for Branson so I'll share it with you. Most of you know that I belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. On Sunday we have a 3 hour block of meetings at church. Our first meeting in the morning is called Priesthood meeting for the men and boys over 12, Relief Society for the women, Young Women for the teenage girls and Primary for the children. The second meeting is Sunday School where all the adults are together, the teenagers have Sunday School classes with their age groups and the children stay in Primary. Wayne and I attend the Sunday School class that is in the same room as where I attend Relief Society. Just for your information the third block of meetings is where the whole family meets together in the chapel to attend Sacrament Meeting. There is a 10 minute break in- between blocks.
One Sunday morning after Relief Society was over, I found a place to sit on the second row from the back and reserved a chair for Wayne by putting my scriptures on it. Sunday School started and Wayne didn't come in so I thought maybe he didn't feel well and went home. After about 15 minutes into the Sunday School lesson Wayne quietly enters the room trying not to disturb the class or the teacher that was presenting the Sunday School lesson. I moved my scriptures so he could sit in the padded chair next to me. I got my scriptures out to follow along with the class and Wayne not bringing his own scriptures, bent over a little to look at my scriptures with me. There was a vacant chair on the other side of Wayne and soon he moved over to that chair, with a chair in-between us.
Wondering why he had moved, I looked over and there was a big, wet, yellow, spot on the padded chair that he had been sitting in. I'm sure the row behind us noticed what he was doing and I was a little embarrassed for him because obviously he hadn't been able to make it to the bathroom and had an accident. I looked over at him and he just sat there listening intently to the teacher. In about 30 minutes the class was over and it was time to move into the chapel for Sacrament meeting.
Wayne then told me that he had a horrible headache and had gone home in-between Priesthood meeting and Sunday School to get a Mountain Dew. Mountain Dew for some reason cures Wayne's headaches better then anything else - even medications. Before coming into the room for Sunday School he had put the can of Mountain Dew with a straw in the inside pocket of his jacket in order to sip on it during church without anyone noticing. When he bent over to read off of my scriptures his Mountain Dew had spilt on his chair and that was why the chair was wet and why he had moved over. The people in the row behind us had already left the classroom so I couldn't explain to them why the chair was wet. They still think Wayne wet his pants. I still can't figure out why he didn't tell me right after he spilt the Mountain Dew. I had spent the last 30 minutes trying to talk myself out of being embarrassed!
Don't forget to start your diet tomorrow and weigh in!