Much to our joy, the Armell family went to Sacrament meeting with us today. Sheryl's dad, LeRoy, was speaking in a ward on the other side of town. Our favorite Lamanites seemed to take it all very seriously and were quite respectful of the whole experience. Aric dressed up in some very sharp looking new threads. He bought a tie just for the occasion. Former Marines really know how to dress.
They took us to the casino restaurant afterwards, where we had "Indian Tacos." I'd always heard them called "Navajo Tacos" before, but I suppose the Shoshone have their own ways. Zannita, one of only 200 surviving Bannocks in the world, and Aric, a member of the Winnebago nation, often express their impatience with the campy ways of the Shoshone people.
I'm off again tomorrow to drive for Brother Wilkins. This time we're going to Laramie. Our intention is to be home by Thursday night.
We can barely manage a household with two tiny dogs, so, naturally, we have accepted two more for a week. Sheryl's sister Teresa is married to a semi-pro golfer. They'll be in St. George. Oh, well, they watched Mico for us once last year when we went to Jacquie's wedding.
I think I'll decorate the top part of this post with new pictures of the grandchildren we can occasionally reach. Some, we hardly ever get to see. I'll also include a photo or two of Sheryl's latest assault on Miss Sadie's dignity.
