Aaahhhh Memories #1

I realized the other day that if I don't start writing down the funny stories I have rattling around in my head they will be forgotten or mis-remembered. So I am going to start logging them for posterity... oh and because I think all two of you that read this will find them funny too.

I think I have mentioned that my dear hubby and I used to live in a smallish community in upstate New York. Well while residing in this very picturesque "village" we made some very good friends, including with the youth of the ward that we lived in. S was the Young Men's President, and I was first counselor in Young Women's. For those that aren't familiar with those terms, we worked with the youth in our church, that is ages 12 to 18. One of our greatest supporters and best shoulders to cry on was the woman that I worked the most closely with Kathy. She was everybody's mom. She had a very innocent and sweet demeanor and just did every thing possible to take care of and love everyone she ever met. Easily the sweetest person I ever met! The type of person who was "grandmotherly" before she ever had grandchildren. We had dinner at her home... often! It was like a little bit of home to have Kathy invite you over to Sunday dinner.

Well we were all sitting around her table one Sunday evening, and by all I mean every one we probably knew in this small town, including probably all 6 missionaries that were assigned to the area. Kathy was walking behind each person ladling out pieces of chicken onto each individual plate. She got to S and said "OK, S what do you want... you look like a breast man to me." We paused... and completely out of habit, I looked down at my own 36D's (pre-child baring too). S turned the color of a ripe tomato, and so did Kathy. The flush that went over her face however, was nothing compared to the verbal response that she tried to cover up with.

"I mean....

OH...

UM....

that is not ....

he he!"

I haven't seen anyone so embarrassed in my entire life.

It was beautiful!

S in his diplomatic way said "I'll have a wing please" which got us going even more. The only disappointing part about it was that only about a third of the people there heard what happened and the rest of them couldn't understand why the rest of us were beet red, crying with mirth, and spurting milk through our noses.

Kathy, my NY mommy