Today at church our bishop, who was conducting the meeting, said he wanted to take a "slightly different format" to things. That's when bells and whistles should start going off in any sane person's head. I "knew" right then that I'd be involved with what was coming.
The bishop said he was going to call a few of the congregation up to speak spontaneously about their experiences attending the temple this year. Of course, I won the lotto and was selected! Funny how we so often know ahead of time when we're going to be picked for those types of things.
Amy leans over to Jolayne and says "Did Dad know he was going to get picked?" Jo says "Nope." Amy then replies very triumphantly, "heee heee hee hee hee," absolutely loving the way it was going down.
Yep, funny stuff, Amy.
Good thing I don't freak out about that kind of stuff (which is likely why he knew he could pick on me).