I was at a ward party in my old ward and ate tons of meat. Praises to the Carnivore God, at whose fiery altars barbecueing worshippers must sacrifice tasty beasts.
So, my little sister has me drive home with her. She took the oportunity to hit Wendy's for frosties and have a chat. Guess what it was about. She took her turn trying to convince me to move to Cali.
Drove to UT. Sad. Stopped in Vegas to visit my Aunt and Grandma. Take a wild guess what that talk was about. I've got to hand it to my Mother. The woman is thourough. If anyone ever wonders why I have such a strong personality, they just have to take a peek at her. Early on, I learned I could either arm myself or submit. Bring on the guns.
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