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At church.

Something happened today in sacrament meeting that had me in a silent fit of laughter. The story can only be told in person, but I laughed so much I couldn't breathe properly and started making huffing noises. When the person behind me, assuming it was my brother, started prodding me in the back to shut up it only made things worse.

I partially stood up to leave the sacrament meeting hall, but I couldn't do it. I would have walked out snorting the whole way and we sit right up the front.

I still laugh thinking about it.

All it was .. was the sponge falling off the mic during the final talk.
It was enough to make me drool and cry at the same time.
I've been retelling the story all night because I'm obviously immature irreverent.

Love from the Stake RS Counselor.
The anxiety behind that calling is not so funny, but it's OK because Families are Forever.


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