After dinner tonight I took The Chief for a walk around the neighborhood. We stopped to look at a dead bug, a couple rocks and smell our neighbor's lilac bush. This pre-bedtime ritual was going well until it started to rain.
As we rounded the corner home, I noticed a car outside our house. Getting closer I realized it was our bishop and his wife. I love my bishop and his wife, it must be said.
"Hey. We wanted to stop and talk to you while you stood in the rain," said my bishop.
"Great. I heard it helps with weight loss," I responded.
"We saw you on TV!" said my bishop's wife.
"Did you?" I asked a little surprised. You never know who is watching spill your inner guts to the entire state . . . and beyond.
"Yes. You were so great we've decided to get divorced," said my bishop.
Divorce is nothing to joke about, but that exchange had me laughing all night.
Post-Edit: Ever since I watched the segment I've been a little worried that it seemed like I was promoting divorce. I appreciate the levity of a man who champions the sanctity of marriage. It was reassuring. I told my bishop and his wife they needed to take their show on the road--I love their act.