I was not looking where I was one Sunday, and the bishop caught me in the hall. He wanted to see my husband and I in his office that week. I knew right away that I should have run screaming. Maybe if I had been shouting obsentities, he might have changed his mind. Easlier that month, at girl's camp, where I was teaching the girls about dutch ovens, I asked if he and his wife wanted to go out to dinner with us. He laughed and said that nobody ever wants to socialize with the bishop, and I said that I wanted to get in his good books so I wouldn't have the bad callings. So when he asked me to be the new YOUNG WOMEN"S PRESIDENT, I said "that's it, dinner is off!!"
I have now stopped crying and am in the shock phase of this calling.
