There's a little old lady at church (who reminds me of Aunt Pearl for those of you who've seen Farley Family Reunion) who has a crush on Husband.
Over the past three years, she's pulled me aside several times to tell me how fabulous he is and how I should tell him he's marvelous daily.
We sat in front of her at church on Sunday.
When Sacrament Meeting was over, she tapped Husband on the shoulder and said, "Is this little girl here your wife?"
Yes, ma'am, she is (as if she didn't know that already).
"Oh, well, I'm glad to hear she's got you safely tucked away because otherwise all us ladies would be fighting over you at church every week."
Husband and I were giggling as she continued...
"You're just so wonderful and you teach Sunday School so nice and you tell us what we want to hear and you make us feel so good. Yes, sir. She's one lucky girl..."
She went on and on until I almost had to excuse myself because I thought I was going to wet myself from laughing so hard.
Looks like I've got a little competition...
2 comments:
Your little old lady story made me think of the three obachans in Hakodate. Remember the day when dragon breath obachan grabbed my chest. Or when the obachan with the parakeet kept picking it up with a towel and then chucking it across the room...and that crazy bird kept going back to her for another fling. Or the Bishop's-mom-obachan who really like FHE? Oh, I wish my ward had old people.
Dragon Breath Obachan - she was also a klepto. Remember going to her house and having to hold our backpacks right in between our knees so she wouldn't steal stuff out of them? And was it with you or Naito shimai when she stole my bike helmet off the coat rack at the church?! We had to go over to her house to retrieve it?! I gave it to her when I left so she wouldn't have to steal from the missionaries anymore.
Crazy Bird Obachan used to give us sheets of seaweed and that squid jerky when we'd go over there. Oh, it made me sick that one day.
Bishop's mom also reallly liked syrup and that one time when we showed up in time for pancakes, she wasn't willing to part with it.
Holy cow. I'm almost peeing my pants now! They were really something else!
The old lady in our ward is "The Commenter". She never raises her hand, she just talks throughout the lesson loudy whenever she deems it appropriate. It's hysterical.
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