Yesterday, Mom went into compliment overdrive when I got showered and dressed before 2pm for my physical therapy appointment. Since I work from home and start working within five minutes of opening my eyes, I usually just pull on some track pants and a T or keep working in PJs. No big deal, right? Well, Mom made a big fuss, and even said something about, "Now you look so GOOD and you're ready to go, and if anyone comes to the door, you can answer it." She might've even said how I should aim for completing this apparently difficult task before noon.
Fast forward to today. I worked outside because it was unbelievably beautiful--I even got a bit of a sunburn (who knew? in March?)--and Mom came out to join me for a few minutes in her bathing suit to catch some sun. She then went back inside to rehearse for her choir's concert on Saturday and I was in and out of the house. The doorbell rang, so I answered it, being that I was showered and dressed and actually heard the doorbell. It was two women from my home ward, so I invited them in and told them I'd go get Mom. I didn't think it could be her visiting teacher; I've known who her visiting teacher's been for years and she's never visited! She leaves long, rambling messages every month that she doesn't visit, which is every month, but that never changes anything. So I was very confused what this drop-in could be about; these women are a decent chunk older than Mom and aren't in her usual circle of friends.
I found Mom in the bonus room and said, "Uh, Sister So-and-So and So-and-So are here." "Oh shoot! They're here to visit teach me! Take off your clothes and give them to me." Yep, she was still in her swimming suit, and walking back to her room to change would've been too obvious, but apparently not more obvious than wearing the outfit I was wearing when I answered the door just 30 seconds earlier. I took off my clothes so she could put them on, and I crawled to my room so I could put on different clothes. Why we did it this way, I have no idea, but we've been laughing so hard about it all day.
Moral of the story? Don't traipse about in a swimming suit all day. You never know when your visiting teachers might magnify their calling.
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LOVE it. Priceless Thompsonness.
HAHAHAHAHA, classic!!! You and your mother CRACK me up. I can sooooo see this happening. Your mom is such a hoot!
This is hilarious! I can totally picture your mom doing and saying that! I love it!
If they attend her ward then it would be nothing new for them to see you two in matching outfits.
I can see that I will be laughing at this all day. Wow.
Kendra, I heart you. And I thought of you yesterday when I watched some FRIENDS eps, the ones with the Joey/Chandler/Kathy stuff. Such good stuff. I miss you.
Christa, I LOVE that you used the word "hoot" and that you can picture all of this. Also reminds me of Chandler. "I am a hoot."
Kerry, I knew you'd appreciate the story since you've spent time as Casa de Thompson and are familiar with our shenanegans. (sp?)
Wendy, my dear. You've known me for 20+ years and we grew up in the same ward, so I'm glad you got a kick out of the story, especially when I filled you in on the specific peoples involved. =) AND, you put two blog posts together--of COURSE they're used to seeing us in similar outfits: it happened just a few months ago!
Holy cow. Too funny!!
HAHAHA. Lesa lesa lesa. HA. But what I think is funnier is you in your skivies crawling back to your room. HAHAHA
Suzette, you know us so well! Yeah, crawling back to my room in a cami and underwear, stifling laughter as best I could, wasn't my classiest moment, that's for sure.
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