Today, Brandon and I got called to speak in church; Dec. 3, 20 minutes a piece, on: THE LAW OF CHASTITY. Yep, a topic I thought was only reserved for the bishopric or stake presidency. But no, a topic someone deemed worthy to give to the Bowens. Someone named Curtis Clayton! That stinker! But, of course we didn't know it was Curtis. (Okay, let me just say, first of all, how does Brandon not even recognize his voice!) I was absolutely mortified (So in case you don't know, Curtis is one of Brandon's best friends from High School)
So, here us suckers had believed him, this Curtis who had proffesed himself to be one "Sterling Swarflaker" of the ward, and we were left wallowing in misery as we tried to muster up courage to speak in church on the law of chastity. (Give us a break, we are still learning all the names of our fellow ward members)
Of course, my first reaction was to get on the phone and call Gwen to tell her how mortified I was!! I was about to call my mom crying when Brandon's phone rang. It was Curtis, Curtis Clayton. Our friend, whom if he ever tries something like this again will die, was calling to ask "Brother Bowen" about talking in church. It was then that it all clicked for Brandon and he realized we had been seriously had.
Nice one, Curty. May we just say, we hope your first born child is ugly. (Just kidding, that is totally mean. We know he/she will be adorable and we don't want it any other way.)
So, let us close by saying how relieved we are to NOT be speaking in church and how funny we do NOT think Curtis is. (Once again, still just kidding. That was stinking hilarious!!) And, by the way, DON'T anyone else think that the Bowen's are fun people to take for a ride, because, while we may be way too gullible for our own good and it may be very hilarious, it is not nice to play mean tricks on your friends.
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