I can't stop laughing. Just typing the title to this post is cracking me up. You see, my Mother is an incredibly religious woman. She dragged my, as well as my sisters, collective asses to church every Sunday. She was Young Woman's president, Primary president, and held a million other positions. Growing up she placed a "Return With Honor" sign on both the front and back doors. She makes Sunday dinners every week and before anyone can touch their food, a traditional Mormon blessing is said.
So you can imagine my surprise when I read the following text message from her:
Mom: "So funny! I am at a church chili cook off contest right now. The winner of 30 entries is sitting at a table. He is my neighbor. I quickly got up so I could try a bowl of his chili. When I took my first bite I thought I tasted alcohol, I asked him. He grinned and said yes. I think that is so funny!
Me: "Wow mom! Not sure which is worse... The fact that there is booze at church or that you recognize the taste of it!"
Mom: "I'm a woman of vast experience."
Who knew! St. Victoria had a crazy side to her at one time. I am thinking of ways to use this information to my advantage. I haven't come up with any yet, but it's just a matter of time.
Blogfully yours,
Summer
Saturday, March 14, 2009
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Once, when I was a wild and crazy teen, Mom mentioned how much she loved Kahlua. At the time, that was my favorite and I thought it ironic that we liked the same alcohol. On further thought, my response was, "You know what Kahlua tastes like??" This got me into trouble, but that's another story.
-Sally
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