Originally posted by Clark Addison
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Three stories about interactions with my wife during Sacrament Meeting.
1. One of the women bearing testimony said something like this:
My wife is not, as it happens, a huge fan of Elder Packer. So, as soon as she heard her say "Packer-dad", she, possibly forgetting that we weren't watching on TV this week, and other people could hear her, let out a fairly loud "Blech!". Then, realizing that there were about 20 people within 10 feet of us, whispered to me "Do you think anyone heard that?"
I do think that "I wish I had a Packer-dad" would be a fine campaign slogan if Elder Packer ever decides to run for prophet, what with the rhyming and the emphasis on families and all (you can hear the announcer saying it in your head, can't you, with a dramatic little pause between "Had" and "a".
2. About 10 minutes into the testimonies, my wife noticed that I was taking note of everyone who spoke, and the times they started and ended. She asked what I was doing, and I replied that I was participating in a research study. She asked what the purpose was, and I said that I was not told the purpose, so as not to bias my data. She gave me a look of extreme skepticism, and indicated that she felt I was not being truthful, so it was with great happiness that I showed her the research request and proved my honesty.
3. My wife spent most of the time in Sacrament meeting working on her primary lesson. Looking over at it, I noticed that it included a section on Parley P Pratt. Knowing that her last-minute preparation may leave her in need of some material, I told her that I knew a poem about PPP that she may be interested in sharing with her class, and showed her this:
She decided to not share it, but I am hoping that she has a lesson on John C Bennett soon.
1. One of the women bearing testimony said something like this:
My wife is not, as it happens, a huge fan of Elder Packer. So, as soon as she heard her say "Packer-dad", she, possibly forgetting that we weren't watching on TV this week, and other people could hear her, let out a fairly loud "Blech!". Then, realizing that there were about 20 people within 10 feet of us, whispered to me "Do you think anyone heard that?"
I do think that "I wish I had a Packer-dad" would be a fine campaign slogan if Elder Packer ever decides to run for prophet, what with the rhyming and the emphasis on families and all (you can hear the announcer saying it in your head, can't you, with a dramatic little pause between "Had" and "a".
2. About 10 minutes into the testimonies, my wife noticed that I was taking note of everyone who spoke, and the times they started and ended. She asked what I was doing, and I replied that I was participating in a research study. She asked what the purpose was, and I said that I was not told the purpose, so as not to bias my data. She gave me a look of extreme skepticism, and indicated that she felt I was not being truthful, so it was with great happiness that I showed her the research request and proved my honesty.
3. My wife spent most of the time in Sacrament meeting working on her primary lesson. Looking over at it, I noticed that it included a section on Parley P Pratt. Knowing that her last-minute preparation may leave her in need of some material, I told her that I knew a poem about PPP that she may be interested in sharing with her class, and showed her this:
She decided to not share it, but I am hoping that she has a lesson on John C Bennett soon.
And thanks for the reminder of DDD's PPP ode.
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