I taught Primary today- CTR 5/6. The lesson was about how our parents help us learn. About 20 min into the 45 minutes I had to entertain the 10 little whippersnappers, I plum ran out of things to talk about...so I just started winging it...and by the end I was playing Hangman with kids who can't read! So hilarious- I told them they were "letter detectives." Fill in the blank: MOMM__. This was a real stumper. The clue was "we talked about this person today."
Some summer sales guys showed up at the branch today, and my wonderful mother whispers, "Hey, that one on the end has brown ey-es!" Kind of singing the 'eyes' part the way moms do at the end of a suggestion like that. I realized I must be at a point of desperation because although I was wearing my 4-inch intimidators today (putting me at a whopping 6'3''), the man was clearly not even clearing 5'8''. I remember when I was in elementary school and on all those get-to-know-you forms they ask what you want to be when you grew up. I said 6 feet tall. And I really meant it. I didn't yet fully realize the implications of being a tall girl, i.e. shortage of tall boys, but honestly I wouldn't trade it for anything. I've always been a little worked up about marrying a tall fellow, as in, it's mandatory, and short boys always have a bone to pick with that. I figure I'm still young, so I can be picky about those sorts of things. I guess if single life prevails in 10 years I'll have to re-think my priorities. I just make it a point to discuss height with any potential flirters under 6 feet. In a subtle and charming way, of course. "hahaha oh yes, you have no idea how hard it is to find long pants! Let alone tall boys! Oh the plight of the tall woman...did you say your sister is visiting next weekend...?"
Manipulative tactic? Perhaps. Do they usually ask me out after that? Too scared. Mission accomplished.
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