We get a fair amount of overnight company. Mostly that's wonderful. Then again...
Last night the phone rang and Niks answered it. He said later that the voice on the phone said, "Hi Uncle Niks, it's Bobby." Niks greeted him warmly, and after a while said, "I'll check the calendar. Talk to your Aunt Lucy while I do that."
That Niks. He's always handin' off the phone to me.
Anyway I talk to Bobby and get more and more confused. Both Niks and I thought we were talking to my sister Bonnie's son Bobby, but we were talking to Niks' brother Bob's son Bobby. Both Bobbys are southern boys. We haven't seen this nephew Bobby in a coon's age. But he's coming on Wednesday. And I'm sure that we will enjoy him.
Bobby is lucky that he will leave right before our next company arrives. Mormon missionaries. Yep. It's kinda a long story. I have a good friend Lois, who has a daughter named Bindy. Bindy became a Mormon years and years ago. Not just any ol' Mormon. A MORMON. One who saves folks. Bindy and I always got along well for some strange reason. She lives in CA, as does Lois. Anyhoo, Bindy and two female (of course) companions are on a mission all across the country, saving folks all over the place, and are detouring to visit us.
I've known about this visit for a while, and when I tell people that three missionaries are coming to stay with us, I always add, "Pray for me." Y'all know what a big old sinner I am and all, so this is going to be a tiny bit of a strain for me. In fact it could be every bit as stressful as growing out your bangs.
BUT, I should have been more specific about the praying stuff. 'Cause somebody prayed too damn hard. Kay, one of the missionaries, had to travel home on accounta her mother got very ill. And the other companion went back with her so she wouldn't be alone. So, Bindy will be visiting us by herself. It's okay for them to leave Bindy alone. No one in their right mind messes with Bindy.
Now I will have just one Mormom missionary, and she knows me well enough not to try to save me. Not too many people mess with me either.
12 comments:
Yowsa. Sounds like you have some good times ahead!
I somehow believe you when you say "not too many people mess with me either".
Yeah, I wouldn't mess with ya. But I hope you write more about your Adventures with Bindy. xoxo
I have never had Mormons try to save me. But it could be fun. I would have to think of a good zinger for em. Like for example..
COOL! Three Mormon chicks! If I convert now, can we have a four way?
That zinger assumes that there are three actual chicks. Not too old and stuff. No saggin.
Stories about Bindy & TLP - now this has to be interesting.
I'll pray for you and chant for Bindy.
lol, too funny about the multiple bobbies.
just ask bindy for me, how come they send 18 yr old kids out with name tags callin em 'elders.' i'm thinking if i can grow a better moustache than youcan ya shouldn't be called an elder. but that's just me.
Since you are such a good hostess, I'd like to make my reservations now for Thanksgiving. Just myself, Jimmy, Anna oh, and two dogs. We won't stay long, just two or three weeks. You do have cable right?
oh, lucy, i'll pray for peace at your house!! and pray that nicks stays outta the way!!
I will be interested to know if Bindy slips in a sly one here and there, like "Big Ernie loves you as much as me, did you know that?"
And then you say, "No I didn't."
And then she says, "Well, maybe not. But if you just trust in the Lord, maybe....."
i *know* you can take care of yourself, girlfriend. i'm thinkin' someone should pray for Bindy. xox
I totally flashed on Hank Hill,
"Bobbeh, what in thee hayell are you doin'?"
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