Really? Really? You want me to do what? Really?

When the bishop calls up and asks to see both you and your husband, not just one of you, it can make you feel like something is going on, especially when he saw your husband just a couple of weeks ago alone. When you show up for the interview and it's the entire bishopric, that feeling goes away and you now KNOW something is going on. I can't say what yet, but it sure has me sitting and staring off into the distance like a deer caught in the headlights.

All I ask, Heavenly Father, is that you don't let some car plow me over while I'm in this state.

(P.S. I'm still not sure what to think about the fact that Mr. Perfect knew about this almost two weeks ago and was a good boy and said nothing about it to me, not even while we were in Georgia. Good man. I'll have to find a way to make him pay for that later...)