Posted by:
Myron Donnerbalken
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Date: July 23, 2015 08:20AM
I am the invisible husband. Even though DW is RS president of her ward, her ex-Mo husband is completely unknown to almost all the members. Yesterday I was guilty of embarrassing DW when I showed up in a tank top while she was talking to her walking partner, a respectable RS sister from her ward. They were in our driveway gabbing, and I probably looked like a local handy man in my Carhardt shorts and blue tank top, one of those leather tool holder bag thingies around my waist. I waited and waited for them to finish because I needed to run the table saw, which would have drowned them out, but they wouldn't stop. What to do? So I came around the side of the house, introduced myself, shook the woman's hand, and apologized for the imminent starting of the table saw. I looked terrible, all sweat stained and covered in shavings. DW was displeased at the spectre, and having to own me. I could only say later that I was sorry, although in truth I don't think I owed an apology. But you know Mormons and tank tops.