The four-day weekend, while it means that I get time off of work, it means I will also have four days away from RfM, which also means that I might be going slightly crazy.

It means I'll be spending the majority of those days with TBM in-laws who are just gushing with the love of Jesus, the gospel, and the Monson Man. We'll talk about 18 year old missionaries, and wonder where my 19-ish year old niece is going to go on her mission. We'll sing a few hymns and thank the Lord for our freedoms. We'll repent that we weren't righteous enough to have a Mormon president (okay, that's a little tongue-in-cheek, but there will be plenty of right-wing conspiracy theories).

See you next Monday.

I'm with ya, buddy but I only have to endure it for one afternoon.

"It means I'll be spending the majority of those days with TBM in-laws who are just gushing with the love of Jesus, the gospel, and the Monson Man."


And.....THAT'S why God invented wine....

Second that. Sneak a flask of something STRONG. It'll go from insufferable to a hoot!

Yes! I think a large bottle of vodka is in order.

Now that Pepsi is on the acceptable list you can hide a little rum in your personal (be sure you visibly spit in the bottle first) liter of cola. Sounds like "last days" survival training at its best. ; )

I know! Have a secret bottle of champagne and bring the martinellis for the rest of them.

I'm working everyday :(