Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.

Yesterday I walked into the kitchen where Matt the packer was packing boxes.

“Where’s the food storage,” he asked?  “Do you have it hidden somewhere??”

“Um…um…what do you mean?” I asked, a little baffled.


“I saw the Book of Mormon in the drawer” he said, gesturing toward the drawer.  “I’ve been doing this long enough to know that where there’s a Book of Mormon, there’s always food storage.”


So glad I didn’t disappoint him…