not one of the prepared apparently.

Remember the story about the 10 virgins in the scriptures and about how only 5 of them were prepared? This weekend, I was apparently not one of those.

Saturday night Dewy and I went to the temple with his family while his lovely sister BranDee received her endowment. I was so excited to go, though a little leary of my current size and situation. I have reached the point where I have to rent a dress now, and thank goodness those things are tents. I took my time getting ready to go, and put together a cute outfit (which is quite a task these days since I'm limited to what I feel is about 4 items to pick from) and we left.

There is a side effect to being pregnant and that is that ones bossoms begin to grow in a much unwanted fashion. That being said, and being pregnant myself, I am limited when it comes to the number of over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders that I can wear that do the job properly. I have exactly ONE of those holders that fits and only because I caved and bought one during the blessed event of the semi-annual sale at Victoria's. Only problem is, this particular brassiere is bright green and white striped, and not skinny little stripes mind you but big bold ones that have no problem revealing themselves even when I wish they wouldn't. I would have gotten a plain white one, but alas the selection was limited in the size I was seeking. Ok now back to the story...

I rent my dress and take myself calmly into the dressing room to change. As I remove my street clothing, I realize in utter horror that I have the obnoxious green and white striped bra on. Try hiding that sucker under a white temple dress... ain't happenin' folks. So I run back out to the rental counter and rent an additional slip in hopes that the thin silky layer will in some way hide my striped disaster. No luck. I sit there for about five minutes staring down angrily at the green abomination, then resort to the only other option I can think of.

As I stroll into the chapel and find the hubs already there and waiting, (as I figured he would be since I took an eternity) I take a seat. He looks at me with a questioning look that says "what on earth were you doing down there??? It cannot possibly take that long to zip up your dress... the zipper is in the front for goodness sake..." to which I explain that I had a slight issue and that the ladies may or may not be contained in a proper fashion. He ponders my comment a moment and suddenly his eyes get a little larger than normal and he voices his concern about my being slightly less than appropriate. What was I to do?? He then says, "Couldn't you rent a white bra???" Get real. Like they even rent those.

And that my darling readers is how I spent two hours entirely self conscious, and all because I forgot to put oil in my lamp.