Wednesday, June 20, 2012


I offered to cut the sister missionaries' hair on Monday after work, but partway through the day they texted me to tell me they had another appointment at 6 and needed to now come earlier.  Now I had to not only hurry to be ready for their cuts, but I now had to get all that ready AND wipe down my bathroom in about 5 minutes.
As I was rushing to get home, I passed by the sisters (unnoticed) packing up from using the computers at the school library.  It felt like that famous scene in Ferris Bueller's Day Off.  You know, when he's desperately trying to beat his family home so they don't discover he skipped school and played hookie?
I sped walked so fast (especially for being in a dress)!  I pulled out all of my supplies, ran upstairs to quickly wipe down the bathroom and heard their voices outside.  Hurry up, Dani!  They pushed my neighbor's doorbell first.  Yes!  You've got an extra 15 seconds!  I quickly finished in the bathroom and started to run down the stairs.  The mirror!!  I heard their voices at my door.  Tap-tap-tap, they knocked.  I grabbed my mirror and was down the stairs in 2 seconds.
"Hello Sisters!  How lovely to see you."  Huff, huff, huff.
Was it all worth it?  Yes.  Because right after they walked in one of the sisters said, "Mind if I use your bathroom?"

Ha ha:
Another story from my youth...
As mentioned before, I grew up in a neighborhood with very few children my age.  I was always the "older" kid and felt like I was babysitting whenever I played with the other kids, and that's because I usually was.  After a while, I kinda got sick of it
One day, the neighbor kids came by and asked if they could jump on our trampoline.  Knowing this would be a supervisory-sacrifice on my part, and hoping to sway them, I said, "You can jump on my trampoline, if you (pointing to the outside cat's food bowl) eat some cat food."
The middle child, a boy, said, "OK.", downed some kibble and bounded happily into the backyard.
The oldest, a girl, hesitated for a moment until she heard her brother bouncing away in the back.  She reached into the bowl, chomped a few pieces and then off she went.
The youngest, a girl, looked at me with sad eyes and said, "I don't want to eat cat food."
Me:  Well, then you don't get to jump.
She:  That's not fair.
Me:  Sorry.  Just eat one piece and you can go.
She:  (eyeing the food bowl) One piece?
Me:  Yep.
She:  (reaches into the bowl, grabs a piece and puts it in her mouth) CRUNCH!  Mm-mmm!  This is good!
Me:  (disgust)
She:  (reaches for more food)
Me:  Stop!  Enough.  Just go jump already.  (shudder)


  1. I hope sisters loved their cut like i did. I was at bank today and the banker said my hair was gorgeous. She's got some good taste :)

  2. Dani that cat food story is hilarious!! Needless to say, I'm glad you never made me do that...