Bubble Time

I was pretty sure that snack time was going to be my favorite part of serving in the nursery. After all, we had fruit snacks loaded with high fructose corn syrup and delicious, cheesy goldfish crackers. However, Sister Ashcroft, the nursery leader, pleasantly surprised me after clean-up time with bubble time. "It’s bubble time everybody!" She exclaimed as she threw me the soapy bottle of bubbles. With out any further direction from her I quickly pulled out the bubble making apparatus and blew into the soapy film that covered the holes. Never in my life have I been more content. But then I got light headed so I passed the responsibility onto my wife who surpasses me in skill when it comes to bubble blowing due to the greater quantity of bubbles she was able to produce per bubble apparatus dipping.

Before this first nursery adventure I was of course sitting in sacrament meeting next to my wife when she leaned over and plucked a hair from my nose. I do not mean a hair from my nostrils but a wild hair that was actually growing on the outer part of my nose. After she had done this she smiled at me and I realized that I was getting older man hairs. This reminded me of an incident with my hair stylist during a hair cut shortly after my 30th birthday. I sat in the chair and told her what kind of hair cut I wanted and she proceeded to sculpt. At the end of the hair cut she pulled out the clippers to trim the borders of my neck hair. She made her way over to my right side burn and with perfect nonchalance turned the clippers on my ear lobe. I ignored the awkward act and she never acknowledged doing it either. But it was clear what had happened. She saw some older man hair on my right ear lobe and took it upon herself to shave it off. Never before has a hair stylist done this to me. What is worse is she didn’t even me out by shaving my left earlobe. In the end, my hair looked great and I left a decent monetary tip. But this leaves me with a question. Can I anticipate more awkward man hairs as I age? I must admit I possess ignorance and naïveté regarding this query.

Cheese

I drove past Quik Trip last night. All seemed very quiet but I just kept driving.

Side note: Ashley and I were summoned to the Bishop's office this afternoon. We have been called to serve in the nursery. Ashley is ecstatic. She loves kids and she has had this calling before and she enjoyed it very much. I was less enthusiastic but quickly embraced the calling as I came to know that we were called of God to tend to the toddlers of the Amberwood ward for two hours every Sunday.

Below is one of my favorite things in life. Cheese. Mark and Mallory had plenty of it at their wedding reception. They really know how to throw a party.