Memorial day is already a sad enough holiday without gloomy weather like this... And on top of that Ned had to work. We still managed to have a good time, and Bill made some delicious chicken!

Kids say the darndest things!

Ned and I teach a 5 year old primary class and sometimes they have the funniest comments. Today Ned was explaining some of the ordinances that require the priesthood, and he brought up baptism. Little Chase quickly stopped him to help explain a little more about what baptism is. He said," My Kelsey will be baptised when she turns eight. Then Daddy will punch her under the water and she'll have to drink it all gone." Apparently Ned has been teaching them naughty things when I take the girls to the bathroom.

Fear

The other day I was grocery shopping, and after waiting in line and finally reaching the register, I realized I didn't have my debit card with me. All the blood drained from my face-- I was completely horrified. (One of my irrational but still very intense fears) I asked if they could hold my groceries for a few minutes for me to run home and grab it, so he directed me to customer service. When I got there, of course, I found it at the bottom of my bag (which is pretty revealing about my bag I guess). Anyway, I had to wait in a long line all over again and face the same checker (sp?) all over again, and then he proceeded to give me unsolicited diet advice. Real nice. So not because anyone's asking for it but just because it's been on my mind lately, here is a list of some of my less common fears:

1. Not having enough money at the cash register. I think it stems from buying things as kid with cash. I would have try to guess what the tax was and try to add it all up in my head to make sure I had enough to cover it.

2. Looking straight up at something very tall. I don't have a fear of heights-- falling maybe, but not being up really high somewhere. Looking straight up at a street light or the site of a building terrifies me. I don't know why, but I get all dizzy and this sinking feeling.

3. Walking through metal/security checkers. You know what I'm talking about-- those things when leave a store or at the air port. I HATE them I'm always afraid someone planted something on me just to set me up. Totally irrational, I know. The airport is the worst; I have to psych myself up to do it every time.

4. Breathing on people. My sister in law, Kaylene, says she can't stand to smell other people, and I guess this is kind of the opposite. (Not that I really want to smell other people either.) She says she breaths out when people walk be her really fast so she doesn't breath any of their air. Well, I hold my breath or even breath in a little bit when people are really close to me so they don't get any of mine. I don't know why..