I got a phone call from my sister the other day. She was laughing so hard she could hardly talk.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
My mind went back to the time that another sister called, laughing hysterically also. On this occasion, it was about the first sister I had mentioned, and a certain incidence with a gas hose and her car. Something about it parked out in front of the house with the pump and hose still in it.
Back to my story… Apparently, my dear mother had found a bag of potting soil that had gotten wet. One thing you have to know about my mother is that she will waste nothing if she can help it. The potting soil was no exception. She spread the soil out on some old cookie sheets and put it in the oven on low until it dried.
My parents work in the Temple. On this particular day, my mom was filling in for someone and so she went to the temple and my dad was left at home. She completely forgot about her little drying project. Part way through the day, she realized what she had done. When she got a break, she called my dad to get him to pull the dirt from the oven before it… I don’t know, does dirt burn? According to my sister, the conversation went something like this.
“ Honey, I need you to turn off the oven and pull the cookie sheets out. Don’t eat it, it looks like chocolate, but it is not, it is dirt.” My dad assured her that he would take care of it. She hung up the phone and turned around. She had not been alone. Another sweet temple worker dressed in white stood there looking at her with a puzzled expression on her face. It was too long to explain, so my mother just smiled and walked away leaving the other worker wondering if she had heard right.
The lesson here is, if you go to grandma and grandpa’s, check before you eat. It may look like chocolate but….
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