About to be tested

My mom is in town, so now comes the part where Jenny and I compete for her time. Except I'm not going to compete, I'm just going to let her win while being sure to text my mother every time the Tiny Dark Lord giggles. As if the double rainbows and the parting of the clouds and the singing of the angels aren't clue enough.


She's here because my sister Spitfire is about to leave us. Next Wednesday we will drop her off at the Missionary Training Center in Provo. She's going to serve in the Independence, Missouri mission and will be gone for 18 months. We're all really excited for her, except I may have made the mistake of watching Winter's Bone and then went into a full-on panic-fueled rant about how my baby sister is not allowed to go among a bunch of meth cookers who will chop her up and feed her to their hogs and how I should show her the movie just so she knows that if she ends up anywhere that looks anything like that she should run as fast as her pantyhose-chafed legs will take her. (And yes, she has to wear pantyhose. The Church may have changed its dress code for sister missionaries, but her mission president did not. Too bad for her.)

Tonight we're going to have a last Girl's Night Hurrah downtown. We're having dinner at Cafe Trio, staying at the Little America, sleeping in and shopping in the morning, and then having a big family lunch. Spitfire will speak in her ward on Sunday in L**** so we're going to go to that. But in the meantime I'll be spending about 24 hours away from my baby and am already wondering if this will be a big mistake and I'll spend the whole time rocking in a corner while my mom and sisters try to force feed me Valium from street dealers.

Seriously, who can stay away from this?

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