I'm Wearing What?!?

This is me just realizing I wore my Sunday shoes to work today. Oops.

In Case You Ever Need To Know

Just in case at some future point, for your information, and reference, you should ever need to know...
Bishops?
Bishops need more socks than regular people.

This is me with a tidbit of knowledge, gained on the job.

Weird Dream #44

It is so irritating when, rather than waking me up, my alarm gets into my dream.
Last night - or rather, early this morning - I dreamed that my alarm went off.
AND I COULDN'T MAKE IT STOP.
Tarzan and I were living in the "woods" somewhere and during the course of the dream, I ripped my teddy bear to shreds, took off all my clothes, pressed buttons and turned knobs and levers everywhere, all to make the alarm stop ringing and at the end I was in the water, naked, alone and it was still going off and I couldn't find anything else to try.
That, of course, is when I woke up.

This is me, irritated that I woke up irritated.

So True

This is so my cat:

He sits there with such a frustrated look on his face. Like he could totally do a better job running this planet than these foolish humans...
Except for that one thing.

This is me and I could be a minion!

Quandry

What do you do when it's the High Council speaker's cell phone that goes off in sacrament meeting?
(This high councilman also used to be in the stake presidency.)
During the actual sacrament so it's as quiet as it's going to get in there.

This is me and it's never dull in our ward.

A Life Beyond #13

So, the neighborhood I go TO in the mornings is a world away from the one I leave FROM.
Which is both good and bad.
And weird.
Take, for example this scene as I was driving up a well known street the other day:

What is that, you ask.
It is a crane. And not a heavy object lifting/construction based kind of crane. No, the flying gracefully through the air to alight softly in a pond kind of crane.
It had been on the sidewalk in front of this house as I came upon it and in the few seconds it took to pull over and whip out my phone it moved to the peak of the roof. It didn't seem nervous. It didn't squawk or caw or screech.
In fact, it seemed quite at home and familiar with the environment. Like it belongs in the yard.
How idyllic.
I wonder what it would be like to live in a place where gentle birds come to visit?
There was a crack pipe in our front yard yesterday. Thanks for asking.

This is me and this one's for you Rocketgirl!