And there are boxes EVERYWHERE... :)
So, we are back at our old phone number... the one we had at our old house. But unfortunately we have a really irratating buzz on the phone line... so if you feel the urge to call, beware!
I'll have to call the phone company and get it fixed.
In the meantime we have Stake Conference tomorrow and I have no CLUE where the stake building even is. I guess I could call and find out... but I'm too lazy. Well, either that or I'm reluctant to drag three young kids to church for what they would see as two full hours of sacrament meeting and not even the promise of the reward of primary/nursery afterwords. We will see what happens.
So anyhow... I'm all boring and whatnot in this post, so I shall stop wasting all of your time... and stop procrastinating unpacking more. :) Tata till another day!
6 comments:
Stake Conference = stay in pajamas all day and do NOTHING of value.
At least, that is how we define it in MY house. :)
If you're in my stake (I think you are), it's being broadcast at your church tomorrow. (Elder Ballard, right?)
You can always check online at www.lds.org. But I am sure Nat knows where your house is and she would be right about it being broadcast to your building.
Are you kidding? Not knowing where the church building was my excuse for at least the first year after we moved into our house. However, finally the ward caught on. In one week I was visited by the missionaries AND the relief society pres. Darn Internet. I think in a circumstance like this: Ignorance is bliss. :D
Yep, I'm with the others. What you don't know can't be held against you. :)
Good luck with the unpacking!
Every time I drag my kids to Stake Conference, I understand why my parents never made us go! It's like a torture fest, for children and mommy. I don't get one thing out of it.
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