The humor of it all

Wow, what a funny group of posts. I read them to Dad here in the hotel room and we laughed until our sides hurt and tears streamed down our faces. Nigel's "pants" story just killed us. All these years, I had imagined him and Stu off huddled in the corner trying to make them selves inconspicuous, or at worst, playing a little indoor soccer. Monkey bars were not on my radar. And that milk story was classic as well. I can just imagine the milk man cursing those ignorant yanks for depleting his spare milks while mom slept in blissful ignorance inside.

There is nothing much to tell about down here in New Orleans. The area of the city where are staying was not hit during the flooding and is about what it was when we were here before. The French Quarter is apparently undiminished as our traveling companions found last night (they were much worse for ware the morning after. The booth went up with out a hitch and nary a union goon came around to harass us for the privilege. Church was wonderful this morning. I love the southern meetings, especially on fast Sunday. One testimony had me so inspired, I narrowly missed leaping to my feet for a Praise the Lord. I'm not joking. She was really good. I think it would have done the ward good anyway. Another gentleman bore testimony on two things we should know, but he was missing some teeth and the two questions passed me by with out understanding. Very sincere and kind. Love the southern people.