the bishop kept flirting with my boyfriend, i think, and cleaning his ears with his car keys.
actually, it was pretty awesome. the sunday school was a meeting of PhD's in world religions, philosophy, one well known author, cranky old hippie lady who drove a thing and smoked pot and the bishop's wife who was addicted to football and would leave the game on during the service. and a few other people, like my dad, who's ALWAYS entertaining and usually a little drunk. all in all, i have to say, it was a good memory. and i could sneak out early with the kids...