Saturday is a Special Day...

i did not get ready for sunday. instead i woke up with nothing to wear, at least nothing that was clean or unwrinkled. i pulled a wrinkly skirt out of the closet and sorted through the hamper, yes i wore a dirty shirt to church, but it matched and was really my only option. I wanted to at least iron this outfit but of course couldn't find the iron or ironing board anywhwere. how do you lose an ironing board! i promise our house is decently clean. someone must have stolen it while moving out, like hey that's not mine but i need one so ill just take this one. thats called stealing. so plan b is going up to my mom's house to iron my clothes. on the way up i realized i forgot my wedding ring and seeing as it would be our first week in our new family ward i felt the need to have it. Dan said he would drop me off so i could iron while he went to get my ring. luckily i got dropped off just in time for my mom to be in the shower and of course i left my purse with keys and phone in dan's truck. so im standing on the porch, holding my clothes and ringing the doorbell over and over until my mom finally lets me in. i get the clothes ironed and actually make it to church in time to be attacked with questions by our friendly new ward members. callings will follow shortly. eric if you took the ironing board i would like it back including compensation for my troubles.