"When I first met you, I thought you were a Mormon or something. The way you talk and how you act; long skirts. You reminded me of, you know that show, Big Love?"
Really?
I frikken do, dammit. I totally wear skirts all the stupid time (cuter ones like 1 and 3, not hokey pokey ones like 2). Cuz I like skirts and my old job encouraged dressing up a bit. And I often do my hair in a way that, while i think it looks kinda renaissance, Greg calls it RLDSy.
"I am a Mormon, y'know," I say to her.
"Like with plural ... uh ... wives?"
"No, not that kind. Just the regular kind."
"Oh." She seems both relieved and disappointed, "I remember telling my husband about you when you started, how I didn't think we would get along very well. Now I'm always telling him the funny things you say and how we have a lot in common."
"Yeah, I'm not a very good Mormon," I smile.
Some disaster happens and we go back to work.
Grrr. My Mormonness is obvious??
Makes me wanna get a tattoo.
But maybe a little smaller. On my ankle. But definitely a 3-D spider.
I didn't think I was so ... weird. I need to watch and study Big Love so I can be less Big Lovey. Sigh.
2 Brilliant Bits of Inspiration:
I don't think you're weirdly Mormon. You're just weird. Period. It's why we love you :-) Normal's a relative term anyway. Who wants to be normal? If I were you I wouldn't change a thing- but I'd still definitely go for the 3-D spider tattoo. Definitely.
That tatoo is creeeepy!
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