Friday, December 18, 2009

A Lesson in Time Management

Lived this dream. Fudge was the only thing that saved the guy.

December 18:

Today, the bishop's counselor in charge of December meetings called you, the ward music chairman, wondering if perhaps "we ought to have a Christmas program this Sunday."

You get an extra piece of fudge if your narrator does not announce that lunch will be provided following said bishopric member's burial.

12 comments:

wonder woman said...

I consumed 5 pieces of fudge in 3 minutes working on our program yesterday.

I WILL BE SO GLAD WHEN THIS SUNDAY IS OVER.

Especially since it's not my calling!

Beka said...

Still laughing!!!! Oh, the clueless bishopric (being men and all!)

It's kinda like attending the elders quorum party, where no one thought to bring any silverware...

Okay, it's nothing like that, but makes me chuckle the same way!

Becca said...

This is almost funny. Almost. *sigh*

(but this IS funny: Word veri = "bummins")

Jami said...

Our ward choir director called my husband urgently last night.

**Must. Have. Musical. Number. Help!**

Nice.

Where's the fudge?

Kazzy said...

So, were you guys already planning a program anyway and the call from the bishopric member was funny because he barely thought to ask you, or was the fudge necessary because you were not planning anything????

The Garden of Egan said...

Oh, that is awesome.
I'll bring funeral potatoes!
You'll do awesome, how could you do otherwise with all that chocolate in your veins?

L.T. Elliot said...

Oh, there would be a body, all right.
I'd laugh if it wasn't sadly so true, so often.

Kimberly said...

I try not to be one of those Oh-yeah-well-I-can-top-that! types, but this time I really can't help myself.

My branch president approached me on Sunday saying that as the Primary Presentation didn't happen during my three month absence (long story), that the primary children would perform the following Sunday and could I get a few songs ready and have them say lines that he would get to me next Saturday, the day before the performance. And maybe I could arrange a practice session so it would all go smoothly.

Ha. Ah ha ha ha.

Worst of it is? I'm married to the guy so murder is (mostly) out of the question. Pass the fudge please.

Stacy said...

You also get fudge if your ward Chritmas Music program consists of all the women in the Relief Society getting up and singing a hymn, then all the Elders and High Priests singing a hymn, then all the YM/YW get up and sing a hymn, and then the primary get up and sings a hymn, because the music director has no creativity or imagination and that's the way they've always done it. (No, I'm not bitter! Why do you ask?) Because the intense sugar rush is the only way you're going to stay awake.

Homer and Queen said...

Seriously??...

Steph @ Diapers and Divinity said...

I don't really like fudge (can we still be friends?), but even I would eat it if this happened.

Come on people.

Lisa Loo said...

You get music in your ward???!!