Wednesday, January 11, 2012

If you give a pig a pancake...

A little story about the way my mind works.  This was  a conversation Ben and I had about a week ago while yelling down the stairs at each other when I was brushing my teeth and he was working downstairs...

"I'm so glad you texted me when you were at General Conference 3 years ago."

"Umm... Good. What made you think of that?"

"I was brushing my teeth and saw the earrings mom gave me for my birthday on the counter...


"and started wondering why I hadn't brought them with us to Chicago to wear at Betsy's sealing. Then I remembered that I couldn't wear them because I was planning to wear my skirt with the gold sequins...


"That made me think about how much I love sparkles and how much sparkly things I own...


"but that I only wear my sparkly stuff when I need to cheer myself up, I'm nervous, or am celebrating something really big, like when I wore that same skirt my first Sunday back to the single's ward after my mission (which you noticed immediately) and for our engagement pictures...


"That reminded me that I bought my sequin All Stars the day before Thanksgiving 2009 and wore them with my dress for Thanksgiving dinner because I was sad that we were separated during our first holiday dating...


"Which reminded me that we had even started dating because you kept trying to stay in contact me while I was traveling, which started with the random text message during General Conference. So, thank you for texting me.  I'm so glad you did :)"

"I don't want to give a pig a pancake!"

3 comments:

  1. Hahaha... There is a kid's book called "If you give a pig a pancake" that says the long string of consequences of doing one simple thing. We joke that that's the way my brain works: from one random thing to another to a completely unrelated finishing point ;) You should look up the book, or "If you give a mouse a cookie." They are amazing!

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  2. Whoa. Poor Ben. :-)

    PS> How come I never knew that you have sequined All Stars?? I suddenly feel like a stranger.

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