Oh! I forgot about the post holer I got to play with too! I'd pictured one like the one I grew up with, two shovel like things kind of scissored together. Nope, this one's like a mini-drill-to-the-middle-of-the-earth jobbie. So cool.

ETA: I need a shower. I'll be back in a bit.

Wow, there were advances in post holers while I wasn't looking. The inexorable march of progress. Neat.

unless he was mormon, 'cause mormons are hot.

I corrupted a Mormon boy once. He was HOT.

I've only met one Mormon. He was delicious.

QED.

I think my shoes hate me now! But they started it ... the staples were perfectly reasonable considering.

How can you meet just one mormon?

... oh. I guess they aren't all missionaries, all the time.

This reminds me -- earlier today, I saw two men in white shirts and white pants talking to some kid on the street, and I was trying to figure out what the guys' deal was. Mormons wouldn't wear white pants, and wouldn't Navy guys have hats on? I was too far away to see any details.

It's as if Joseph Smith's (or is it Brigham Young's) secret mission from On High was to breed a population of extremely pretty people and raise them as sexually repressed as possible. What's up with that?

I went to high school with a whole family of Mormons, and they were not all that attractive.

FYI.

It's as if Joseph Smith's (or is it Brigham Young's) secret mission from On High was to breed a population of extremely pretty people and raise them as sexually repressed as possible. What's up with that?

Mine wasn't too sexually repressed.

The Mormons I have known have not been remarkably hot.

Mine came over to sit in the empty seat next to me on the plane because he'd seen me laughing out loud by myself in the airport.

He was impressed by how much I knew about Mormonism (in all honesty, if Shawn Bradley hadn't recently joined the NBA, it'd have been much less).

Unfortunately, there was no corruption. Still, I'll cherish my copy of the Book Of Mormon forever. When I find it again.