Some people marry axe murderers...


Last night for the weekly church youth activity several fearless leaders disguised themselves for a scavenger hunt at the local mall. They were supposed to dress up and then wander the mall aimlessly while groups of energetic teenagers roamed the mall and tried to get up their nerve to approach anyone looking out of the ordinary and ask for their signature. Imagine my surprise when my husband came up with this great get-up. The kids all thought he looked like a guy whose name is Earl. You know the one.
B., who happened to be at my house delivering what might possibly be the best salsa in the world (Thanks b.!), agreed.
Throughout our married life my husband has been told he resembles a number of celebrities: Mel Gibson, Mark Harmon, Huey Lewis, Steve Erwin, and now Earl. (The Mel Gibson thing occurred a number of years ago whilst he was one of the few, the proud...the only handful of male students in the elementary ed. program at BYU. I tried to tell him the two female students in his program who told him that were hitting on him. But he didn't believe me.) He also had a MacGyver stage, which was one of my personal favorites.
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Our youth had fun with it. I'm glad to see there were some good sports in your ward [I wasn't one for my ward].
The one to the far left totally looks like a guy I used to work with [sans the wig]
Glad to see that Willy wasn't to busy with his ranch to come support your youth activity.
So does Willy the water director have to pay his taxes like the rest of us?
I had a huge crush on MacGyver.
Our visit was great, I loved seeing you and your kids. My daughter said, "Mom, I think I've found a new friend."
Glad you liked the salsa.
But my husband is a much-loved third-grade teacher at a local elementary school. He's the kind of guy who regularly gets invited to his students' graduations, missionary farewells and homecomings, wedding receptions, etc. (remember, they were only eight years old when he had them).
One of my favorite things about this man who has you trembling in your shoes is watching grown boys (Seniors) run toward him down the halls of the local high school with their arms wide open and yelling "Mr. R! Mr. R!"
I bet your husband is awsome. You are so it stands to reason...