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I guess it was about time for me to give a talk since I have made it through almost 5 years in the ward without doing it yet. And if I HAD to, I was glad that it was on a holiday weekend when over half my ward is off gallivanting at the beach together. Yet the pressure from having a surprise visit from a General Authority on the stand possibly vetoed the fact that the congregation was only half full, especially considering that it was just after I sat down from standing in front of that General Authority giving my talk that I realized the zipper on the back of my skirt was half-way unzipped.

I would also like to mention that during a ward Q&A session with the GA after Sacrament meeting, a girl raised her hand with a question. And she humbly prefaced her question with: "I think this is a really good question for a lot of different reasons." Then I came home and read Christian F.'s post about how his dad had called him unhip, and when I clicked over to read his dad's linked post, the very-good-question-asker had commented there. What a coincidence.

This weekend, I need to trim my hair just a tiny bit because the ends are getting a little untidy and starting to split. But now that I cut my own hair, I get really nervous and usually postpone cutting it for a long time before building up my courage and buckling down and doing it. At our April Enrichment meeting, a girl with really frizzy, brittle hair suggested sleeping in conditioner twice a week. I thought I would try this last night in lieu of actually cutting off the split ends in a timely manner. But I wasn't about to sleep with conditioner in my hair and let that hair touch my pillow, so instead I slept in a clear plastic saran-wrap-like head covering that made a crinkling noise all night. And thus my hair was really flat today, but with my zipper down, who was really looking anyway?