boycott

that's it. i'm boycotting the relief society visiting teaching social/extravaganza. today, it was an overly-excited email in my inbox reminding me to attend. monday, it was a flier at my house (and in my hubs' hands since some "sweet sisters" were so good to drop it off and encourage mor to encourage me to attend). sunday in sacrament, it was our second counselor urging husbands to urge their wives to attend. and sunday in relief society, it was the second counselor telling us how fabulous and fun and spiritual and uplifting the conference is going to be. give it a rest. and brace yourselves, readers (namely connie) for what i'm about to say: i don't have a great testimony of visiting teaching. i don't exactly see the point in it right now. esp not when most of the time the sisters are doing it solely to put up numbers. (remember my schpiel from a few weeks ago? same thing again, sorry.) but honestly, if i've got an extra 25-30min, i would much rather be sleeping or eating or reading or hanging out with my husband; not pretending to be someone's friend and making empty promises of being there should they need anything and reiterating to them the same thing they probably read for themselves in the latest ensign. (i really am a giving person most of the time--my mama raised me right--it's just that...i wouldn't drop everything for a basic stranger. not here to make friends; just to get my hubs to skedaddle through school a bit faster than snail-speed.) the point is: i will not be attending, sister so-and-so. get over it.
laird's new girlfriend on "carpoolers" is named joannapher (joannafer?). and the son's name is marmaduke. love it! (thank you, claire, for introducing mor and i to such hillarity.)
going along with my tirade against the rs...the first girl to get up and bear her testimony started out a little something like this: (cue the tears) "sisters, if you want to know how much your husbands love you," (prepare thyself for these next three words) "JUST GET PREGNANT. blah blah blah." rewind. my husband TELLS me he loves me. or makes me dinner. or tickles my legs. or lets me watch endless hours of 'murder, she wrote' while tickling my legs after making me dinner. and usually you know your husband loves you BEFORE he becomes your husband. or even your fiancee. or (at byu) sometimes even BEFORE he becomes your boyfriend. sheesh. just another reason to boycott, don't you think?