Old and Crazy

Tonight was quite the night. The stake president and a member of the EQ came to visit as part of ward conference. We were having a great discussion about what Christ was doing during his life at our age when the doorbell rang. Steph and I both looked at each other and had no idea who it was.

I opened the door to two sweet old women from the family ward I live in trying to track us down to do their visiting teaching. We invited them in and the crazy began. One of them was your typical sweet old grandma that needed a hand getting up the stair, wearing a seasonal sweater. The other was a crazy, old, rich, saggy earrings, costume jewelery wearing lady. She walked right in and started talking. She liked my paint job...how did you get the lines so straight? We should come to her ward....there are lots of 80 year old single men. At this point I kind of lost her because she started telling us stories about old guys dancing and telling the women to loose weight....some guy offering different women rings...and so on.

She finally stopped talking and we let her know that we do go to church and the person she was looking for did not live here. As she left, I could not help but think that I want to be just like her when I grow up. Lost of costume jewelery, all dressed up to go visiting teaching, pretty fake white teeth, big hair, and endless stories to tell strangers. I mentioned this to Steph and she said not to worry. She was sure I would be the crazy old lady. Strangely, I was not offended by this.

So, the crazy old ladies left and we were all speechless. Literally....for a good 30 seconds we all just sat there in silence not sure what to say.

Thanks crazy old ladies for doing your visiting teaching and making me laugh.