Musicals

"Persistence is the answer, and a sense of humor helps." ~Elder Quentin L. Cook

This is a copy-paste from the letter that I sent to my little brother this morning. I'm running short on e-mail time, and I am racking my mind for something profound to say. I'm coming up empty.

So here you go. Missionary work is generally quite sober, but sometimes God reminds us that we are just human.

Here's to humanity, and may you have a jolly day!

Dear Joe,

We ate dinner with a family on Monday, and they were a riot. Brother Peters* said, "Honey, wouldn't you like to tell the missionaries about your musical talents?" She hissed, "No, I would not." 
He wouldn't drop it, and we innocently insisted that we would like to hear them for ourselves.
Finally, she broke down, "Fine! So we went to the temple on Saturday, and I ate right before we went through for sealings. And then when we knelt over the alter, my stomach was a little musical."
Her husband roared with laughter. "A little musical?! Her butt-cheeks were flapping!"
Bahahaha, farting in the temple.

This is so irreverent. And I thought you might love it.

Much love,
Sister Stewart  :)

*The name is most definitely changed. His good wife might strangle him if we revealed her true identity.